Chapter 142: Waiting for You

“What is Urha even worth? How dare he stand against His Majesty, the Emperor of Great Qian?” Hua Yuntian rose from his seat, casting a cold glare at Mazaha. On the journey back from Shanhaiguan, he had already crossed blades with Urha, and indeed, his strength was formidable. Among the generals of Great Qian, he ranked within the top ten in sheer ability. Of course, if he were an assassin...

On the eighth floor, Aoxue looked around. There weren’t many rooms on this level, and they were spaced far apart from one another. It appeared to be suites. She searched but found no sign of Xu Huinan and the others. Just as she was about to go down and ask the front desk, she heard a voice—Sasha’s.

What could we say? What were we supposed to say? We ourselves didn’t know how to face the truth. Hearing these words from others, we would never have believed them. But this time, they came directly from Uncle Ji’s mouth. No matter how unwilling we were to accept it, we had no choice but to believe.

According to the inscription on the stone tablet, the first-floor hall of the Blood Sea Tower was divided into seven side chambers, arranged clockwise from east to west as follows: the Divine Blade Hall, the Forging Hall, the Poison Hand Hall, the Holy Hand Hall, the Weapons Hall, the Internal Qi Hall, and the Archives Hall.

While everyone’s attention was focused on the battlefield in the sky, my brother and I quietly slipped away from the command post. Shortly after leaving, we saw two people waiting ahead, each carrying a box.

Regardless of Ye Zifan’s reasons for appearing before me again, Maizi had resolved never to become entangled with him any further.

What the Zhengyang Municipal Government hadn’t expected was that a Jiangcheng company would come to buy the redwood trees. There had been previous offers, but they were all very low. In the beverage industry, redwoods held no renown; without brand recognition, only the site and facility costs mattered.

Mu Muyuan’s mouth was wide enough to swallow an egg. Though he had long suspected it, hearing a definitive answer still shocked him.

Could it be that everything just now was a dream? Or is the present itself a dream?

Zhuo Weiming took the drawing and was greatly astonished. No matter what, Yan Le’s artwork was incredibly lifelike. He placed it on his desk, intending to compare it with the film footage later to see if Yan Le truly possessed such skill.

Xu Huinan looked at Aoxue with doubt, unwilling to believe. He feared she might be hiding some discomfort from him.

The crown prince Mu Yan was also lost in thought, sitting in the tavern with a sly smile, indulging in his own lascivious fantasies.

Who could have imagined? A simple meeting, because of her greed, would spark such chaos?

The stag ran forward, ears perked, listening intently to the child’s words. When the child finished, the stag exclaimed in disbelief.

For some reason, Yu Yong suddenly recalled the treasure rumored to be in the Qingying film studio. Yes, there was treasure at the studio! I must return. Now that Qiang Ge has been captured, the body of Zhou Xiaoguang, the demon of Yinbao Building, has reportedly been found.

“I am aware,” Emperor Qiyuan’s voice was weak, barely audible unless listened to closely. Even these four words were spoken with great difficulty.

Lotus root! Honey-glazed lotus root, spicy diced lotus, sweet and sour slices, crispy fried lotus root pockets, fragrant and numbing lotus root strips... Even Hua Qingyan, who usually did not indulge much in culinary pleasures, had a hard time swallowing her saliva, her mind tantalized by those dishes.

“Your Majesty, forgive me. I saw you deep in thought and therefore did not disturb you. Please forgive me!” The maid behind Liu Hanyan touched her half-numb face, knelt on the ground, tears streaming uncontrollably.

“It doesn’t count. There’s no emotional foundation between us anyway. Who knows, I might be divorced any day now,” Li Yue waved her hand dismissively.