Chapter 247: Governance and Covenant (Requesting Monthly Tickets)

Zhao Ti took the letter, opened it, and read: it was written by Yelu Duan, the Commander of the Southwest Frontier Command of the Liao Kingdom.

The Frontier Command was the Liao Kingdom’s agency responsible for managing military and civil affairs in border regions, meant to deter foreign powers, guard against invaders, maintain security and stability, and oversee local governance and economy.

This institution resembled the Grand Coordinator’s Office of Great Song, but the Liao’s Frontier Commands controlled far larger territories than Song’s Grand Coordinator circuits.

The Liao Kingdom had only three Frontier Commands, respectively in the southwest

For in the next instant, he noticed the man’s eyes had instantly changed color—from ordinary black to blood-red, as if entirely flooded with crimson, his eyes bulging, terrifying to behold.

Damn it! He twisted his body upward, desperate to press against the wall, barely dodging a rain of swords—but when he pushed off the wall for momentum, he triggered a second wave of swords. 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 interacting with the man, so it was tainted with plenty of subjective bias.

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 Ping’an remained furrowed-browed, tossing and turning on the bed; both his closest kin lay on the brink of death—no one could possibly sleep under such circumstances.

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 secure his own survival.

“Everyone is selfish; you always hope the other person puts all their goodness toward you, and 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 once the Shu Mountain disciples who went down the mountain to investigate return. But these dozens of people, sent in five groups to Liutai Town, had not a single one returned—likely already dead.

Han Yong worried that Xiao Tianhao’s emotions might fluctuate during the operation; he’d planned to tell him later, but now it was clear he had no choice but to speak.

Li Yanchan opened her eyes; divine light flickered within them. She felt unprecedentedly powerful, leaping up to hover 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, and she solved it without even thinking. What kind of brain does she even have? Only Feng Yulou, that fool who fears nothing, would dare marry her. Me? I don’t have the guts.

“Ask him where Lu Zhong is, and who sent them here,” said Shi Miyuan, 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 two elders. He kowtowed, feeling a heavy unease in his chest.

Yang Yu felt a strange unease: the man in Tang attire held three Kings—no card except three Aces could beat his hand. Why didn’t he raise the bet? Why did he choose to showdown directly with the man with the green stubble?

Even so, no one believed it. Especially He Nakaia—she grew even more frantic; she’d thought the scepter 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 word of their success. Instead of good news, he heard funeral dirges—the four had not only failed utterly, but died far from home. To this day, Hashimoto Tomiyama did not know where their bodies lay.