[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-thirteen-years-as-king-of-the-great-song-i-learn":3,"chapter-thirteen-years-as-king-of-the-great-song-i-learn-thirteen-years-as-king-of-the-great-song-i-learn-chapter-260":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Thirteen Years as King of the Great Song, I Learned I Was the Dragon",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2271955,4437,"Chapter 260","thirteen-years-as-king-of-the-great-song-i-learn-chapter-260",260,"\u003Cp>“Chased beyond the mountains?” Zhong Ling gasped, eyes wide with shock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Ti nodded: “It’s possible, but there’s a question.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What question?” Zhong Ling asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If Wan’er didn’t go deeper into the mountains but chased beyond the opposite side, then… what kind of creature—or thing—could make Wanqing pursue it so relentlessly?” Zhao Ti narrowed his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huang Jian always demanded perfection—he wouldn’t approve anything that fell short, even if it meant delaying the release of a book he highly favored rather than tarnishing his reputation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Following the villagers’ expectations, the pig farm still recruited from the team: those interested signed up, then drew lots as usual.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Feiyu and Bai Cheng quietly boarded the car that Gui Shou had already prepared and sped off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In such a short time, what had the Sheng Prince done to make Ruan Bingxin, usually so gentle, become so resolute?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhongliang wanted to slap him twice, but couldn’t bring himself to do it—this kid held grudges; one beating would be remembered for life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though fighting against twenty or thirty men, he had no obvious injuries—only slightly labored breathing, some dust on his face, and messy hair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Imperial Consort glanced at it—a jade, translucent and uncarved, beautifully pure. She nodded slightly; Mingxia understood her meaning, closed the brocade box, and took it to the inner chamber—this meant she accepted the gift.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But thinking of Boss’s confident expression, he silently mourned Xie Anjuan’s wallet—anything Boss set his sights on would likely leave the victim bleeding, even if it didn’t die.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Along the way, he encountered a few hooligans, but all of them fled in panic without looking back. Li Tianxing never imagined he’d ever be this intimidating—he couldn’t help boasting, feeling strangely elated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let me go! Let me go! Let me die! Then you won’t hate me anymore!” Weng Haiyao struggled incessantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’m not belittling Liu Xuan yuan—in fact, among those around me, he has the best upbringing: tall, handsome, and even when doing wrong, he carries the subtle cunning of a great family—very impressive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Ruan Shu bent slightly, her view was no longer blocked; she caught sight of Uncle Li, several steps behind, deliberately keeping distance from Chen Qingzhou, whispering to Li Tieniu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Sen drank heavily and tossed and turned all night; Tang Tang didn’t dare leave, staying beside him to care for him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Kangzi, there must be tons of cops at Tangchen Yipin now—is our identity a bit too conspicuous?” Wang Xing warned me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Xing Shaozun came to pick up Ning Long from work, Lian Yu was still staring blankly at a spot—that was where Ma Yuer often waited for him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since the outcome was destined to be irreconcilable, let’s clean this matter up thoroughly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Based on your observation, how long can the Butcher and the Monk hold out?” I anticipated something serious, but never imagined it would be this dire—and from their battle, the Butcher seemed stronger than the Monk, or perhaps he was draining himself more severely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Fan watched helplessly as Big Fat Zhang waddled over to Deputy Manager Tao, thinking: as long as you don’t blame me later, that’s all I ask.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Near the mountain peak drawing closer to Drunken Dust Daoist, beneath a waterfall’s veil, Lu Fan sat meditating in a cave, his face flickering between light and shadow, radiant aura swirling around him—he was clearly at a critical moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Even if it can’t serve as evidence, I don’t believe it has no effect on you at all!” Qi Qingxue said coolly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If only Aunt Xiang were to be punished, Yingchun wouldn’t hesitate at all—after all, her own mother and younger brother had both suffered because of this; Aunt Guan had been injured and lost her fertility, and her brother was born prematurely, frail, and could die from the slightest neglect.\u003C\u002Fp>",637,"2026-06-19T22:30:32.558Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","a000f62f8ff3a570b6b825594cc8dfc624a0429832cb185c8288bb9023dd0fc1","thirteen-years-as-king-of-the-great-song-i-learn-chapter-261","thirteen-years-as-king-of-the-great-song-i-learn-chapter-259",270,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthirteen-years-as-king-of-the-great-song-i-learn-cover.jpg"]