Chapter 647: The Unspoken

Near the Spring Festival, Yan Zhenqing and former King Ying Li Jiao led twenty thousand troops, intending to take the commercial road at Daoqi for a surprise attack on Lantian, then coordinate with insiders in Guanzhong to seize Chang'an.

Then, the ideal is abundant, while reality is gaunt.

The originally fairly thorough plan was exposed; the many insiders Yan Zhenqing had placed in Guanzhong were betrayed, some dying and some surrendering. All the details of the deployment were also learned by Li Baocen.

In the end, Li Baocen's eldest son Li Weicheng took command of the troops.

When Zhao Xuan arrived, Yu Wanwan clung to him like a sticky plaster. Zhao Xuan wore a cold, stern expression; Yu Wanwan wanted to get close but dared not, constantly searching for topics to chat with Zhao Xuan.

His clothes on, he did not let go; instead, he stretched his long arm and pulled her back into his embrace.

A Jiu felt a bit regretful; since the black cat ran away on its own, it was fate that had passed. They couldn't just wait here for a cat, could they?

Zha Mu Yi Wan nodded at the words, immediately sent someone to inquire about Li Yan, and for some reason his eyelids kept twitching violently.

Su Jianjian glanced at the long table in the middle of the anatomy lab, instantly tilted his head to the side and began vomiting profusely.

Wan Qi, who had left the whole matter to Deng Huacai, cleared his mind and walked to the filming site, preparing to watch the second half of the sunny day's shoot. Deng Huacai, having handed the matter to Deng Wen, also went to the side of the camera.

"I don't like it," Jiu Zhu said bluntly, without any politeness. How could Jiu Zhu, with jewels before her, set her eyes on a stone? The Crown Prince of Jing'an treated Jiu Zhu like a child; the toys he sent were all ordinary, and Jiu Zhu could not care less.

The Crown Prince and the others said nothing, but all agreed inwardly. The uncle prince seemed to teach them nothing, yet in just a few days they felt they had learned a great deal.

"You... is there something you need?" Lin's mother, now under medication, no longer spoke as she had before, constantly coughing up blood.

What infuriated Princess Linshang even more was Song Yun's folly: he actually trampled Song Jing for that lowly brat, seeking a grudge against Song Jing. One can imagine how many hardships Song Jing endured during the years Princess Linshang was away from the mansion.

The man, his face angry, after hearing Jin Sanpang's words, immediately brandished his own weapon without hesitation. The weapon was rather interesting—a rusted iron club. He swung it, and Jin Sanpang let out a startled cry and hurriedly dodged.

After hearing Wang Shen's words, Xu Chen suddenly realized he was impatient, thanked Wang Shen repeatedly, and then returned to his cultivation.

Da Lanta unknowingly inhaled the pill qi into his body; waves of heat burst outward from within, and it seemed his whole body was filled with inexhaustible power.

A year passed, the elder brother remained asleep, and Ning Yue had no other good solution but to rely on the faint reverse‑causality source in his Three‑soul world, as well as the terrifying power of the human soul.

Chu Shi lifted her head somewhat dejectedly and took the slip of paper handed over by Gao Qi Quan; it was her business card.

Murong Qiushui said lightly, "Don't be nervous; I'm not here to fight you." As he spoke, his steps forward showed no sign of stopping.

Lao Shenyang stifled a laugh and said, "Later, put it away. The few of us won't tell anyone."

Zhuo Lige Tu gave no reply, dressed and headed straight for the dungeon; Ha Er Ba La, seeing his father's frantic expression as if he had lost his mind, decided to report tomorrow. For now, he could only discuss with Agu la how to deal with tonight.

"Master Huang need not blame himself; regarding the approximate time and place of the great calamity, Luo Hao already has a seventy‑or‑eighty percent certainty.

I have no mood to listen to their small talk; my eyes still furtively scan the surroundings, wary that the thing I saw earlier might still be following me and my grandmother.

Ling Han led the babies into a tree hollow; inside it was unusually spacious, hardly resembling the interior of a tree, but more like another world.

King Qin first glanced at the Crown Prince Wu; his gaze was somewhat cold, and when it met the prince's returning look, a slow smile, tinged with gloom, appeared in his eyes.