Chapter 161: Those Who Capture Da Ye Shuang Are Eight or Nine Out of Ten

Ye City.

On Tongque Terrace, Yuan Shen and his ministers were discussing military affairs.

Yuan Shen, as the Prince of Guangyang of Northern Wei, had once visited Tongque Terrace, but back then he came merely to revel in ancient and modern lore, as a scholar’s pastime.

Yet now, standing upon this Tongque Terrace, gazing at the slow-flowing Zhang River, his mood was entirely different—filled with greater ambition, yet also greater unease.

He had already declared himself emperor, but outside formal occasions, he still wore Hu clothing and let his hair hang loose.

But the only two possibilities I can think of are: one, that this thing is utterly dead; the other, that it has become even stronger.

But after this mission is done, once I return to X Country, I won’t come back for at least two years—I’ll settle down there, work in peace, and have the baby.

Xia Lingxuan, who had always presented himself as an ordinary mortal and a pampered playboy, naturally put on a dazed, lustful expression, his eyes like a starving wolf, scanning Yang Qingqing’s body back and forth without restraint.

Xia Lingxuan waved his hand, and Lin Feng’s personal guards instantly turned to powder, scattering throughout the valley.

On the other side, Liu Yiyi arrived at the cliff’s edge with a strange expression, appearing before Liu Kaitian.

Xuan Qing: “Those people suddenly broke into the house—didn’t you find that strange? And yet the royal family actually cooperated with them.”

But Ke Hua’s heart sank—she knew that prison; it held only inmates sentenced to fifteen years or more.

However, Ren Ruyi gave him no chance—she walked straight up to the three of them and demanded answers.

But for him, it was too simple and easy—he could replicate one pill per day; a hundred pills would take merely a hundred days.

It could be said that Xuan Qing Temple played an indispensable role, yet the temple’s abbot, to prevent another Seven Kingdoms Rebellion,

Ding Jingxi was right—she had never experienced life-or-death moments, so she didn’t know how to face “death.”

“Huh?” This time it was the giant who was surprised—the previous movements had occurred in an instant, and when he changed his technique, the staff was only two feet from Liu Yi.

The tea leaves unfurled in the water, slowly tinting the clear liquid a jade green. Watching this scene of tea steeping, for some reason, brought a sense of calm to Liang Xiao’s heart.

Liu Zhi smiled. “If we wait until dawn, Master, you may have patience, but Uncle Tu might not. Why wait till night? Don’t worry—we can fight openly during the day.”

With no time to think, Yuan Yi roared loudly, and a vast surge of energy burst forth, shielding him like a tortoise shell—his defense was flawless.

Feeling the unintentional pressure emanating from Qin Junxi, Hu Basi frowned, staring at Qin Junxi’s figure with a troubled expression.

After learning that Yan Ang and Wang Yan were alone together—even with Wang’s parents present—Wen Qu still felt uneasy, yet couldn’t show up empty-handed, so he brought gifts. To express his apology, he personally carried up the heavy skincare items, without delegating to anyone.

Because he clung tightly to one particular scene, never letting it slip from his grasp.

Additionally, during National Day, there will be an acceleration in updates, ensuring everyone enjoys a good mood during the holiday.

Until one day, a hundred years later, he finally opened his eyes, closed for a century. Those black pupils, long unaccustomed to light, contracted sharply the instant they opened.

Xia Xun still wore a carefree grin, as if indifferent to Yi Duanmei’s reaction; his finger slowly traced the air—upon closer look, it was the exact motion of carving the Xuan Fire Seal.

Qin Yan gazed at that graceful figure, and suddenly a strange, nearly insane thought surged through his mind—a rage so intense it made even the deeply composed Qin Yan tremble, and without thinking, he blurted out these words.