Chapter 717: Economic War

A cold wind seeped in through the cracks in the wall, and Yan Zhenqing, who was reviewing files, couldn't help but hunch his neck. Jingxiang was damp and cold; after autumn set in, each rainfall brought another layer of chill, more miserably cold than the north.

Sitting across from him was the Minister of Revenue, Diwu Qi. At this moment, the two of them were the only ones in the council hall.

"This year's salt tax is actually forty percent lower than last year's."

Yan Zhenqing sighed, a note of reproach in his voice.

Diwu Qi, back in his days in Chang'an,

With something this important in Situ Yufeng's hands, what would he use it for? Would he secretly build warships to threaten the palace? Wouldn't that mean his own forces would be battered to pieces by him once again?

Seeing that the person who came in was Di Fanyi, Xiao Qinghuan looked a little surprised, but later, she was no longer surprised.

I held Hu Wei, brought Uncle Zhang and the dead fat man, skirted the main entrance, and then came to a wall.

Yan Tingchu gave a helpless laugh, stepped back a little, and unconsciously placed his warm palm on Chu Wu's head, rubbing her soft, fine hair.

Although the Encounter Wood Seal had not transformed after devouring all the ores, Song Ankang could clearly sense its improvement. Over ninety thousand Xia yuan had not gone to waste after all.

Feng Luo rummaged through chests and cabinets to take out the Yi Jade, paid no attention to Guo Yaoyao, and dashed out in quick strides.

Bao Taian briefly asked the soldiers about the situation, then strode into the building with head held high.

Wang Yanchao waved his hand, and several security guards dragged the waiter out like dogs.

"Minister Liu, what did you mean just now by 'how is that possible'?" Wang Zeng walked out at a leisurely pace and demanded sternly of Liu Can.

The Duke of Red Lotus and I remained silent, each beginning to pray in our hearts for the Mountain Emperor Alashi.

She went to pick up the bags, but Gu Shaoyang grabbed them all at once, carrying all three bags himself.

Going home—such a simple two words, yet for Peng Lifeng they were an entirely unprecedented experience. The old Prince Gong was stationed year-round at the border city; even during the New Year he never forgot his soldiers, celebrating and rejoicing with everyone. In Peng Lifeng's memory, Prince Gong's mansion was his home, but there had never been scenes of such playful warmth.

What I was thinking about was how to avoid complications and get our group to City H as safely as possible.

"Rest easy, Zhonglang. Taking a concubine, is it? Just tell Yi whoever you've taken a fancy to, and within three days I, Bao Boyu, will deliver her to you as a concubine." Hearing this, Xiao Yi couldn't help but not know whether to laugh or cry—he could manage everything, but could he manage his brother taking a concubine? Yet seeing Imperial Zhonglang Huangfu looking so anxious, he couldn't help but feel a pang of heartache.

His expression was somewhat simple and honest. Looking at Zheng Nuanxin, he didn't quite know what to say—these were mother and son; even if she had some opinions about Yu Qingmei, what of it?

On the dock, Huang Xuanling frowned. From these people's words, all he could make out was the Jiang family; as for what else they were talking about, he couldn't guess.

Among these academies, the Spirit Insect Dao Academy ranked at the bottom in both scale and strength. That was why, after its former dean passed away, others seized its territory and drove them out.

Zhao Feng didn't mind in the slightest, still coaxing Diaochan until she cheered up. Only then did Zhao Feng nod in satisfaction.

"Then we just won't give it to them. Their Cheetah clan wants revenge, but asking us Rhino clan to go—isn't that a joke?" said the Rhino general.

It's just that his temperament still carried a trace of lupine ferocity. Once he went mad, the consequences would be unimaginable, and his mind reacted very slowly, very dull-witted.

When another day passed, the news reports said that Jiangcheng's "unknown toxic gas" had already spread beyond the city.

Dugu Wuji, however, was pondering the deeper meaning in those words—clansmen, descendants? That was not the voice he had heard in the crystal cave, so it was not that person, but another entity.