Chapter 49

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Until one day, her chamber door was suddenly burst open. She was found lying on the bed, her clothes disheveled, with a man beside her. By the time she came to her senses, she had been caught red-handed.
Mo Chen shook his head vigorously, looking as if he was swearing on his life that he would never do anything to betray Tang Yingying or make her angry.
After speaking, Guan Jiahui kissed Chen Xiaofeng on the cheek, released her hands from around his neck, put down the snack bag, and got up to go back to her room to change clothes.
Jia Daoren hurriedly asked Chen Xiaofeng to sit first, then went to pour two cups of coffee before sitting down.
She knew very well that, according to the arrangements made by the previous matriarch, she was ultimately to marry Jun Haomo.
"If the heir doesn’t get up soon, the fire ring in your hand will set us both ablaze," Feng Ruqing said through gritted teeth.
Shen Jing activated the system to open the internal map, preparing to start searching along the palace on the west side of the Imperial Garden.
The land was already secured, so she didn’t hide the truth: “That piece of wasteland is saline-alkali soil, which is why crops don't grow there. We must first reduce the salinity to meet the standards for planting before anything can be cultivated.”
Du Bazhi stared intently at Lv Muqing, whose face remained expressionless. Then he turned his head and smiled.
The brief pause just now was short-lived; the fierce north wind once again brought heavy snow, enveloping the entire Sangmo Forest in frost and snowflakes.
“President Wu, I apologize. It’s my mother who was unreasonable. I brought her here to apologize to you,” He Yehua said as he entered Wu Yiyang’s office; indeed, his mother had been too excessive.

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“That’s not much. Have you ever thought about working with me?” Zuo Nan suddenly asked, surprising even Long Kun, who stood beside him.
But Lin Rufeng was not someone who would easily accept death; even if he had to die, he would drag Zuo Nan down with him.
Gong Ren cursed harshly, “What a person heading to meet God with a ‘granite’ brain. Fine! I’ll grant your wish—go join the Qing dynasty in the afterlife.” Saying this, he gave Tang Qingying a meaningful glance.
After emerging from the coffin, Qin Tian saw the vengeful spirit circling above his head. At that moment, he was locked in a standoff with the White Tiger; neither moved, as if wary of each other’s strength.
I vaguely sensed something unusual in Mount Shu. The back mountain exuded a faint murderous aura, but the crowd’s presence had masked it. The moment the white-clad youth raised his sword, I felt that the killing intent seemed to emanate from the iron tower dozens of zhang high.
Daizuka Hiroshi ordered all soldiers to the front lines to prevent the Japanese troops on the mountain from launching an assault downhill. Yet he never expected a unit was lying in wait just behind him for the right moment to strike. Colonel Li Jieli of the 572nd Regiment had been waiting for the Japanese forces guarding the mountain base to split again.
Thus, Duan Zhong gathered Zongzi, Ji Wuchang, Jiang Mingchen, and Fu Yousu for a discussion.
“Of course I can see it. Do you want me to shout so everyone here knows there’s a ghost?” I said calmly, though my mind was already in turmoil.
To prevent the position of Asian Marshal from falling into others’ hands after his death—and unwilling to admit that the Pacific Marshal was his illegitimate son—Emperor Long had gone to great lengths to maintain appearances.
After saying this, Yang He also felt he had misspoken, but at this moment, he was truly frustrated.
What troubled him most now was that, although temporarily blinding with a flashlight was easy to achieve, there would inevitably be intervals, and blinding could only delay Philip Ojumoh’s actions without causing any real harm.

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Several ruthless leaders beside Yan Jiu were known for killing without blinking. At their leader’s command, they roared in agreement, gathering dozens of cavalry and charging straight at Yang Zhi.
Time passed second by second; the line before the examination hall gradually shortened—ten, five, three, two, one.
He felt a deep sense of dissatisfaction and vaguely thought that the assassin’s ability to move invisibly was somewhat overpowered.
Returning to Daming Mansion this time, Xiao Tang suddenly felt a profound sense of ease. Could it be that years of navigating officialdom and encountering many cunning old foxes had improved his political skills? Xiao Tang shook his head and smiled wryly, silently mocking himself.
No longer searching aimlessly as before, this time he had a clear target and headed straight for the palace where Liu Qingxi resided.
Since Ban Niu was not only the oldest and most experienced among them but also honest, broad-minded, with a strong sense of the bigger picture and hardworking, they sometimes joked that his nickname should be changed to “Old Yellow Ox.”
“This is just because you’re not diligent. If you truly investigated carefully, how could you have failed to find it? You are the emperor, the master of the world. Is there anything in this world you cannot uncover? Is it that you can’t find it, or that you simply don’t want to?” The barrage of questions left Xiao Lüzhen completely speechless.
Qi Yundong decided to make arrangements in advance according to his predictions, to prevent the various overlords from scrambling to fight, resulting in the weaker ones being pushed to the back.