Chapter 247: Administrative Accord (Requesting Monthly Votes)

Zhao Ti took the letter, opened it, and read: it was written by Yelu Duan, Commissioner of the Southwest Route Pacification Commission of the Liao Kingdom.

The Pacification Commission was the Liao Kingdom's agency responsible for managing military and administrative affairs in border regions, intended to deter foreign powers, guard against enemies, maintain security and stability, and oversee local politics and economy.

This institution resembled the Song Dynasty's Pacification and Stabilization Commission, but the Liao's Pacification Commissions governed far larger territories than the Song's Pacification Routes.

The Liao Kingdom had only three Pacification Commissions, namely the Southwest

In the next instant, he noticed the man's eyes suddenly changed color—his normal black irises turned blood-red, as if entirely flooded with crimson, his eyes bulging, terrifying to behold.

Fuck! He twisted his body upward, desperate to press against the wall, barely dodging a rain of swords—but when he used the wall for leverage, he triggered a second wave of sword rain. Lady Luo Fu let out a wail, darting and dodging toward the end.

This was their public facade; all day long, they'd only heard gossip about the Xue family's domestic affairs.

But now it seemed different—he genuinely thought Huo Chenyuan was handsome. And this conclusion came after his interaction with the man, so it was tainted by considerable subjectivity.

After thinking it over, he decided he ought to tell Yang Jiu; rumors were one thing, but if people inside the family still believed this, things would get chaotic.

In the neighboring room, Lu Anping remained furrowed-browed, tossing and turning on the bed—both of his closest kin lay on the brink of death; anyone in his place would be unable to sleep.

Likewise, the outsider youth unleashed his full strength, aiming to settle superiority—or life and death—with this lowly "slave" in a single punch, or rather, to "survive."

"People are selfish; you always hope the other person puts all their goodness on you—that's not wrong. But doesn't the other person also hope you understand her a little more?"

Of course, the truth might only be known after the Shu Mountain disciples who went down the mountain to investigate return. But these dozens of people, dispatched in five groups to Liutai Town, had not a single one returned—likely already dead.

Han Yong worried Xiao Tianhao's emotions might fluctuate during the operation; he'd planned to tell him later, but now it was clear he couldn't wait.

Li Yanran opened her eyes, divine light flickering within them; she felt unprecedentedly powerful, leaping up and soaring into midair, her divine sword radiating seven-colored luminescence, emitting unmatched power.

Lin Fang sprinted out of Youyun Courtyard, heart still pounding—damn, what a demon! Such a complicated, difficult matter was solved by her without even thinking—really, this demon, how the hell did she get such a brain? Only Feng Yulou, that fool who fears nothing, would dare marry her; as for himself—he had no such courage.

"Ask him where Lu Zhong is, and who sent them here," Shi Miyuan said, glancing nervously at the large troop of soldiers slowly halting around him, to Zheng Qingzhi beside him.

After the two had handled countless trivial matters, Yang Huaiping lit an incense stick before the memorial tablets Shen Qinglian had set up for the elders; he kowtowed, feeling a heavy unease in his chest.

Yang Yu felt a strange unease—the man in the Tang suit held three Kings; besides three Aces, no card could beat his hand, so why didn't he raise the bet but instead chose to showdown directly with the man with the greenish beard?

Even so, no one believed it. Especially He Nakaia, who grew even more anxious—she'd thought the staff could serve as a decent excuse, but now that the excuse was gone, how could she not panic?

He'd originally hoped the Ye family's carriage could pass through Wolf Gorge unimpeded, sparing him the need to act.

Back to the matter at hand: after excluding the four, Hashimoto Tomiyama waited at home for their good news; instead of good news, he heard funeral music—the four had not only failed utterly but died in a foreign land, and to this day, Hashimoto Tomiyama did not know where their bodies lay.