Chapter 408

Bi Fang!

Dou Changsheng never dreamed he would see him again.

If this were any other place, Dou Changsheng would have fled as far as possible and ignored Bi Fang entirely—after all, their life tiers were vastly different; last time Bi Fang left, it was already a good outcome, and him casually burning Dou Changsheng to ash would have been perfectly normal.

Perhaps Bi Fang had no intent to kill, no malice at all—just a game, and it nearly cost Dou Changsheng his life.

They were quite relieved; while the other two gates had fired massive cannons, their side remained utterly silent—if they could hold out until the rebel forces withdrew, they could go drink and enjoy courtesans.

All she could do was regularly change his medicine and clean the pus from his wounds to prevent other illnesses.

“My mother…” Yang Kang had never asked about the origin of the Spiny Hedgehog Armor; he was born as the Prince of Zhao’s heir, a noble status, and possessing rare treasures was only natural—why would he trace its source?

Passing the drainage platform, built entirely of white marble, the foundation’s drainage channels still held water from the heavy rain two days prior; looking down, it was damp and streaked with moss, looking bleak.

“Yes, Boss. Just now, a cultivator flew over from outside the palace—he’s at the Shennian realm, claims to be an envoy from Tianrong Kingdom, and his attitude is extremely arrogant. Our men have already stopped him, and no conflict has broken out yet,” Wan De reported again.

“Ah, big brother, see you later!” Yan Yun bared his teeth, forcibly wrenching Ling Yun’s hand free, then leapt into the air.

The matter was now clear—it was tied to Xiong Sihai. Instantly, several Type 38 rifles all aimed at Xiong Sihai.

Shao Shi Wanqing waited in the pavilion for her elder brother; seeing him watch warily behind him, she quietly descended the pavilion’s steps.

Around three in the afternoon, somewhere in the forest between Huangshan and Quzhou, Jiang Haoran and his troops were resting; they had been marching nonstop, but enemy planes kept circling overhead, diving to strafe and bomb, forcing them to switch to night marches.

“How could I remember such trivial details?” Yi Fei fumed, yet she did recall having once intensely wished De Fei dead—not with knives or guns, just envy turning to hatred, merely a fleeting, empty thought.

Pei Xiner was stunned again—why was the Empress speaking to her like this? The eldest princess was looking for a husband—what kind couldn’t she find? What was there to be troubled about?

Xiang Tianci’s strength was baffling—whether she was stronger than Song Xi, already Purple Rank Lower Tier, remained an unsolved mystery.

Wang Ren was injured and couldn’t drink alcohol, so he only scooped up his porridge slowly with a spoon; Sha Man teased him twice, but he dared not respond. After the meal, Sha Man called Song Shi and Wang Ren back to their seats, and finally, under the lamp, they spoke of serious matters.

The light vanished completely; Jun Qianxi’s figure appeared unharmed in midair, not retreating a single step.

Yi Jing smiled faintly; she heard Zhao Zhao’s words were meant to comfort her aunt—even though she had taken it upon herself to bring the woman in, she had not bluntly revealed the “avoidance,” instead softening it, thus saving face for her aunt.

Quan Xing paused, unable to resist glancing at the tightly shut courtyard gate, then hurriedly chased after Zhao Yuzhuo’s retreating figure. Inside the gate, of course, no one noticed their arrival or departure.

Xuan Ye’s tears did not fall; he could only hide his sorrow—his imperial dignity and masculine pride forbade him from shedding tears so easily; he had already wept all his tears before Lan Qi that day.

By noon, the rain intensified further, pouring down in torrents; the sky and earth merged into a gray haze, making it impossible to see beyond ten zhang.