[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-i-m-not-crazy-this-is-the-emperor-s-banner":3,"chapter-i-m-not-crazy-this-is-the-emperor-s-banner-i-m-not-crazy-this-is-the-emperor-s-banner-chapter-239":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","I'm Not Crazy—This Is the Emperor's Banner",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2291579,4480,"Chapter 239: Preparing to Resign","i-m-not-crazy-this-is-the-emperor-s-banner-chapter-239",239,"\u003Cp>\"Shen Siyuan, want some?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shen Siyuan, who had been buried in his phone, looked up at Tian Yunrui calling his name and saw him tossing a bag of snacks his way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shen Siyuan quickly reached out to catch it, only to find it was a small bag of beef jerky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You bought more snacks again?\" Shen Siyuan tore open the bag outright.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tian Yunrui loved snacks, so he often bought them online, assembling a huge box filled with all kinds of little treats.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The original owner of this face was here—Qin Mingming probably didn’t want to watch her get up; she’d rather crush her into the mud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing the commotion, the Liu family also opened their door and came out; when the village chief said he was going to catch a pig, the Liu family seethed inwardly but still smiled as they led him to catch the pig, even cheerfully giving him a bamboo basket to carry the piglets. After all, they had to keep living in Daqing Village—the village chief couldn’t be offended.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The flame-wrapped sword qi formed a massive crescent, slicing forward with unstoppable sharpness straight toward Chu Tian.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Mang and Xiao Shu already knew each other; he held a roasted sweet potato he’d somehow found, ignored Xiao Shu, and was greedily gnawing on it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the meal ended, Liu Dechuan and Mo Yinglan went home to rest, while the younger crowd carried on with the second half, all of them starting to call their \"family members.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sharp tip of the umbrella struck the barrier, and black-red flames erupted from its point, instantly engulfing the entire barrier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because there was no ventilation, the prophet’s changed clothes were stained with blood, making the whole room nearly unbearable to smell—if it were summer, flies would surely swarm in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Handsome man...\" Hua Xuanji leaned forward, deliberately pulling down her shoulder garment a little.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the calls came again and again, Hua Xuanji silently counted each time Qi’er called her name, using it to jolt herself awake whenever she felt herself sinking into this comfort.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Enough talk! Die!\" This one was a wind-affinity adept; wind affinity was highly stealthy, its attacks invisible and intangible, detectable only by subtle air currents—among the most suited for assassination.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fine, I’ll locate Sima Jun’an’s phone right away. But once I get the address, what are you planning to do with it?\" Xia Hou Yongyue asked, her tone dripping with disdain—super-rich second-generation troublemakers were nothing to her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the conversation among the group, it was clear Sima Guang favored the Sui dynasty; his orthodox thinking ran deep—he believed only Yang Gao, who inherited the throne from Yang Guang, was the true Son of Heaven, and he always referred to him as \"Your Majesty.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By then, no matter what happened, it would be the Feng family’s world—after all, Mo Liutao’s loyalty to him was still very much understood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So you can use this thing to detect who deserves to die?\" Old Gun asked, his body trembling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even with all this advancement, he was in terrible shape now—after the anesthetic, the strongest sensation was drowsiness; his body couldn’t move at all, not even his tongue, let alone the rest of him—his whole frame felt limp, his mind foggy to the point of nausea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Feng the Elder had known his careless words had stirred Hao Yun’s murderous intent, he’d have been so miserable he’d spit blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After leaving the rental apartment, I returned to the dormitory. As soon as I stepped inside, I was startled to see Class Leader Shen playing weiqi with Qian Haiping. Qian Haiping wore a casual suit, looking smug and satisfied. In contrast, Class Leader Shen’s face was flushed crimson—clearly, his game was in dire straits, trapped and helpless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yao Guang the Recluse’s face flushed slightly; after a moment’s thought, she rolled up her sleeves and took off a plain silk ribbon from her arm, handing it to Wang Man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as the Dragon King stood bewildered, full of hope, staring ahead at this world, a terrifying voice suddenly exploded throughout the space—then, a monstrous figure loomed before him, its enormous eye fixing on him.\u003C\u002Fp>",693,"2026-06-20T03:53:09.499Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","031a331cc621f648baf6c26ef4a259dfcb039aab54813d9a161a982faab9f11b","i-m-not-crazy-this-is-the-emperor-s-banner-chapter-240","i-m-not-crazy-this-is-the-emperor-s-banner-chapter-238",623,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-not-crazy-this-is-the-emperor-s-banner-cover.jpg"]