Chapter 956

Whenever the Ming Emperor Zhu Yijun took pride in the achievements of the Wanli Reforms, even growing slightly self-satisfied, some vermin would always emerge to tell His Majesty: This is nothing yet! The path of reform is still long!

Zhu Yijun was somewhat proud of assigning housing to the ten-thousand-household officials and granting dwellings to artisans, but this pride was quickly checked when Wang Jian (Note 1) began exploiting official factories and quarters for personal gain.

Seizing women’s property because someone spent three

Among wealthy players in Lan Ye, level seventy imperial gear might merely be a speculative tactic; for such players, even if the price of level seventy imperial gear crashed, they could still absorb such fluctuations.

That regent, once as pure as a spring breeze and clear moon, as noble and icy as a thousand-year snow lotus, now roared—utterly without dignity.

“Don’t worry, the endorsement fee is free,” Wu Tian said. This simple remark stunned the three; could Wu Tian’s roommate really get a popular celebrity to endorse for free? That was the shared question among them.

Military strategist Ning Yi, seeing this, slowly stepped back behind Crown Prince Lou Chuan. The main commander of this war was the Thirteenth Prince Lou Chuan; Ning Yi was merely there to offer counsel.

But Lin Feng deliberately did the opposite—why should he, who was perfectly fine as he was, go seek out a necromancer to devour the Demon Lord?

After the Eastern Barbarians retook Lüshun, to prevent the Ming navy from launching coastal raids on Jinzhou, Huang Taiji ordered the walls of Jinzhou and Nanguan stripped bare. Over ten years, the once impregnable Nanguan Fortress became nothing but ruins.

When Li Xingzhi arrived, Wang Zhong was forcing dozens of Han artillerymen, blades at their backs, to fire upon Liujiazhai from the hillside.

Yes, he now had ample troops, provisions, and grain—but not a single general willing to serve him.

But unfortunately, Ke Yu truly fought one against four—and won decisively.

Zhang Xianzhong is dead, yet we are fixated on the title of “General Who Pacifies Rebels”—is this not putting the cart before the horse?

But upon closer inspection, the mural depicted a monster: a wolf’s head, a turtle’s shell, a lizard’s tail—it looked like a grotesque chimera.

The wooden butterfly hesitated to accept it, but after Fang Dongqiao cast her a cold glance, she dared not refuse, bowing her head to gratefully take Fang Dongqiao’s kindness.

Lin Yin looked at Jiejie and smiled: “What a beautiful child. Jiang sister, he calls you auntie—is he your nephew?” “Yes, yes,” Jiang Yuanjun paused, then nodded firmly. “Jiejie, say ‘Auntie Lin.’”

“I suspect Gu Beicheng will want to tear you apart first—and you don’t need to tell him. I’ll tell him myself,” Li Wanchuan declared coldly.

Du Kang clenched his teeth, drew a deep breath, raised his hand to support Prince Yu’s wrist, and with a splash, poured a palmful of water onto the bamboo raft, soaking a patch of its surface.

“Could something have been set up along the way?” Mo Yueyou speculated. She had no idea what was wrong here—if not a formation or illusion, then perhaps a spirit creature was at work?

At that moment, a man came over to greet Mo Ziyu, as if they were close friends. I gave Mo Ziyu a glance and stepped aside to get something to eat.

“Moon You sister!” Liu Sixi spotted her and immediately jumped up, rushing over to embrace Mo Yueyou.

“Ah Zheng, call Shen Jia and tell her to come back and sign the divorce papers. Make her move out today—let Yingying move in. I want to properly nourish my grandson,” the mother-in-law exclaimed excitedly.

At Jiao Zhitong’s request, Du Kang and the other four officers took turns briefly recounting what had just happened. When Du Kang finished, he noticed Jiao Zhitong was drenched in sweat, as if he’d just been doused by a fire hose.