Chapter 106: The Empress

As the knights charged forward, an explosion suddenly erupted, blasting vegetation and rocks into the air and startling their horses, halting the charge mid-stride.

"Could you let me go see Luna? I need to talk to her properly…" Xiluwei sighed, then looked at Lin Fang, her expression complicated.

Although this restaurant was chosen by Jia Jinbo, the private room was reserved by Qiao Si—a lavish, spacious suite adorned opulently outside.

Before sleeping, they wanted to do nothing else but watch Percy chasing Fred and George around Gryffindor Castle, as the twins had stolen Percy's prefect badge.

Grief overwhelmed her; her gentle eyes emitted low sobs, tears of shame and fury streaming continuously down her cheeks.

Luna curiously asked Lin Fang, and Xiluwei also turned to him, waiting for his answer.

The Old Man of Heavenly Mechanism pondered, then suddenly recalled a "Gate" sect—its members were utterly unlike those elsewhere, never exploiting or oppressing common folk, their daily work simply helping them solve problems.

Beyond the terraced fields lay a vast cluster of dwellings, arranged neatly along a cross-axis, with a wide stone path running from village entrance to exit; at the center stood a building like a temple, though no one knew which deity it enshrined.

Lin Fang spoke slowly. Actually, deducing this wasn't hard—if Xiluwei had been resurrected, could Luna and the others not have been?

The Qin and Chen families had married for political reasons, both seeking to grow stronger; later, Qin Hu was nothing but a wastrel, utterly useless, bringing disgrace upon the Marquis of Champion's House.

Whether Zhangsun Ling learned of Wang Yi's ordeal during the wedding escort, or was wounded by Princess Lele's treatment, or for some other reason, after all other guests had departed and wishes were exchanged, Zhangsun Ling immediately collapsed into Wang Yi's arms and wept.

These two were naturally Li Haoran and Duan Su Su; they boarded a passenger boat, sailed twenty miles west, disembarked midway, then re-disguised themselves as peasant husband and wife, feigning a long journey.

Facing the slowly advancing curtain of swords, Li Haoran smiled faintly; before the astonished gazes of all, he closed his eyes and sensed the swords' trajectories with his spirit.

His remark sent everyone into fits of laughter; Lu Li could only curse a few times and reluctantly hand over the money.

"What terrifying power lies within that emaciated body!" they couldn't help but deeply marvel.

Chen Yang pulled his phone from his pocket—it was Xu Feifei calling. He had something to tell her too; the timing was perfect. "What is it?" Chen Yang asked.

"The Keshen family—is Lord Keshen still alive?" If Keshen still lived, the Keshen lineage's strength would need reassessment; but since the Old Mad Dog mentioned only two fifth-rankers in the Heradim besides Kain, Keshen's survival was extremely unlikely.

After the two men confirmed their cooperation, a meeting on how to breach the Ironhead Gang's stronghold began in the courtyard of the apartment building.

Before the man appeared, a sharp whistling filled the air—hundreds of hidden weapons surged toward Li Haoran in unison, fanning out like a peacock's tail, dazzlingly beautiful.

I remember the last time emotion stirred—about eight years ago. That inner feeling, I can't recall it now, and I don't want to remember it.

Ye Nan sighed helplessly, ignored Wang Man, and turned his attention back to Ye Le's battle.

Then Zhao Gou returned; he didn't idle—his body had recovered, so it was time to attend to real matters.

Meanwhile, the vanguard's heavy tanks roared forward, mercilessly crushing the Nationalist tanks into scrap metal, blood continuously oozing from the gaps between the ruined vehicles.

"Respected De Lin, allow me to address you thus. As the nation's foremost senior general, you repeatedly commanded armies to repel Japanese offensives during the War of Resistance, laying the foundation for victory—your contributions are indelible.

Black Flame Sunflower is a living organism with extreme vigilance; any approaching danger triggers its self-explosion, releasing even denser, more dreadful toxic mist.

Had Wanyan Aguda not been the Emperor and his own second brother, Wanyan Sheng truly would have refuted him. But before the crowd, he held his tongue, still seething with resentment until Zhao Gou and the others departed and the crowd slowly dispersed, when he finally vented his frustration.

The place once occupied by the bandit robbers was now empty; surrounding trees and vines lay shattered, as if freshly felled. The ground was covered in deep sword cuts.

Chen Guang had once worried Zhao Gou wouldn't grasp the underlying principles, but now he saw he'd been mistaken. Though Zhao Gou was but a youth, he was remarkably mature—not only in thought, but in conduct, as seasoned as one who had weathered countless storms; Chen Guang regarded him with new respect.

Guo Zilin wanted to chat a little more, but seeing her leave, she stepped aside slightly, making way for her.

So long as this land endures, your fortune will never fade. Even if you're far from me, should you face utter despair, as long as you're not foolish, a thread of hope remains.

Qiu Lingyang bit her lip, glanced at him twice, then walked on again—arguing with Wei Zong was pointless; she needed to hurry and warn Da Da and the others.

Serving a sovereign is like serving a tiger; no royal kin or minister knows what the monarch truly thinks.

Thinking of these things, her heart felt as if pierced again and again by needles, so painful she could hardly breathe.

Guo Zilin soothed Qin Chi: "It's fine, I'll go listen to what he has to say." She pried his gripping hand loose, then walked toward Qin Xiao in her high heels.