Chapter 64: Joy

Feng Yin’s question was merely casual, as she was more interested in something else of greater importance.

"I heard the Emperor bestowed a silver fish pouch upon you yesterday, Sister Su. May I see it?"

"It is not with me," Su Tang replied.

"Is it at your residence? If so, I suppose it would be inconvenient..." As Feng Yin hesitated, Su Tang added, "It is at the palace."

"What? Didn't you just receive it?" Feng Yin asked, bewildered. "Have you already submitted a memorial?"

She sprawled out lazily, her fair legs contrasting vividly against the bright carpet, her beautiful face showing a hint of weariness.

"I believe that if the Chu army truly had two hundred thousand men here, we could safely engage them in a great battle. But now that their numbers are half of what they claimed, could it be that the Chu people are feigning an advance on the Yuan River while secretly raiding the Yu River?" Ba Xiu continued.

"Big Sister, I'm full too. Let's go together," Ming Lou said, finishing his lily bulb soup. He walked over to his sister, draped an arm around her shoulder, and walked upstairs with a smile.

I checked the time; it was already lunch hour, and my stomach began to grumble uncooperatively. It was time for me to find something to appease my hunger.

Ming Fan had been locked in his room all morning. Ming Lou had asked A-Xiang to bring him some food, but he refused to let them apply medicine to his wounds. They simply left the breakfast on the table, locked the door, and warned that no one was to enter until they returned.

Jiang Ningning was in tears again, though she wiped them away quickly. Today was the final deadline set by the instructor; if she did not arrive by tomorrow, it would be considered a failure to attend military training, resulting in a deduction of points. However, seeing the situation, Jiang Ningning felt that if things did not improve, she would have no heart for military training anyway.

Ba Rui, sensing the uncertainty of the situation, kept his final order before crossing the river unspoken, his eyes fixed intently on the opposite bank.

Jiang Shan was tall with fair skin, and in her bikini, her figure appeared even more exquisite. Shi Xiaofeng’s gaze fell upon her arms—they were as smooth and white as lotus roots, with not a single tattoo in sight.

"It’s not... it’s not the Banner Corpse Sect." Xiong Muyan’s body was so frail he could barely open his mouth to speak. Previously, with the enemy at the gates, he had forced himself to hide his weakness, but now that he was with Xie Gongbao, perhaps believing the danger had passed, his guard dropped, and his body could no longer hold up.

"But if that is the case, why didn't we hear the child crying?" she suddenly wondered.

"Luoyang is, after all, Luoyang." A-Sheng pointed with his horse whip at the ripening fields along the road. "Even when disaster strikes, the relief efforts in Luoyang are far better executed than in Yuzhou. The closer one gets to the city walls, the fewer sights of starvation one sees." The supreme ruler always hopes for the nation to prosper, unless they are some rare exception.

"Tom, he is not your father. Your father is not like this," Yu You told him cruelly, revealing the truth.

Seeing this, she finally felt at ease. If Grandmother Ye’s vegetables could be sold directly to the proprietress from now on, the Ye family’s life would be much easier.

But she knew deep down that Chen Qiao had only invited Yu You, and she had no right to be envious or jealous.

Seeing Ye Jingheng again after two months, she felt no joy. Things had reached this point, and even she, as slow as she was, finally understood.

"Mr. Ouyan, you just said you would tell me the results of the competition, is it..." Yu You kindly helped Ouyan shift his attention.

Therefore, in every respect, Gu Jinxiao’s decision to start a club now would inevitably end in total failure; in a worst-case scenario, it might even cost her her life.

After much thought, both the Bian family and Bian herself felt this was a truly good destination.

As he was dazedly trying to count how many grains were on the rice stalk, the Emperor brushed his hand aside and slowly recited the description attached to the plant.

With that, Shen Feng used his lightning power to bind them and carried them toward the Void Thief tribe. Needless to say, they were in great agony within the lightning, their bodies being constantly ravaged by the current.

Immediately, Shen Feng checked the intertwined mark on his hand. Feeling a sense of dread, he injected his qi into the mark. Before long, a vivid image appeared before him; he saw Li Ya'er at home watching television, clearly unharmed.

The scenery here was well worth a leisurely stroll; after entering the city, most people dismounted their horses and carriages, walking along in groups, chatting and enjoying the sights.

Those who suffered the most were, after all, the people within the three-inch sea of flames. They were Chu Yucheng’s family, and naturally, he was filled with sorrow.

"Hi, A-Tian." Lin Guoguo, who was beside Luo Yucheng, waved at him with the most enchanting smile.

"Hi, Mexico is always like this, full of illegal structures. This is a drug dealer's house; the land is his own, so he builds whatever he likes," Yang Meng explained.

Luo Yutian said nothing more; he simply faced Cang Nan and gave a slight nod as a gesture of politeness. He did not ask Cang Nan anything, and after his brief salute, he walked straight past him and left the Holy City.

This was the instinctive caution of a Taoist practitioner; after all, among all the guests, only he and Master Huang Buyi were Taoist cultivators.

"Take us to see Old Master Huang; I need to understand what is going on." Li Chao and Tang Xiaoxiao followed the soldier into a jeep and headed straight for the foot of Withered Mountain.

"Those fertilizers were made by collecting bones and shells, grinding them into powder, and scattering them. It is perfectly normal for there to be bone components in it," Asakura Yoh said, stopping instead of leaving as he had just intended, and explained this to him.

"Steamed buns?" Le Zhengling smiled, sent a text message, and waited on the spot.

The Emperor opened his eyes weakly, saw me nod, and closed them again. His large hand rested on my waist, moving deeper and withdrawing rhythmically. Following the ebb and flow of desire, he let out rhythmic, muffled groans.

It was clearly a wager between Qiu Chuji and the Seven Freaks of the South, yet Ma Yu, the leader of the Quanzhen Sect, chose to intervene, secretly teaching the Quanzhen cultivation methods to Guo Jing under the pretext of ensuring he didn't lose at the starting line, making the eighteen-year pact "fairer."

Zhang Shuihan heard Luo Chen’s soft chuckle clearly, and her movement of rising stalled for a moment. However, she eventually looked up, glared at Luo Chen with her autumn-water-like eyes, and then picked up the contract on the table to examine it.

They would certainly never guess the truth. Lin You had used her mental power to influence Spartan’s emotions, and the threads formed by her mental power had invisibly hindered his movements.