Volume Three: The Xuanwu Gate Incident - Chapter 119: Formulating Plans and the Brewing Chaos

Upon hearing Li Shimin recount the reasons and circumstances behind his collapse and vomiting of blood, the room fell into a deathly silence, as if everyone had been struck by lightning. Having lost a significant amount of blood and only just regained consciousness, Li Shimin was physically frail; the exertion of speaking so much left him utterly exhausted. He closed his eyes, leaning back against the headboard, lost in his own troubled thoughts.

Cheng Yaojin attempted to speak several times, only to be pulled back by Qin Qiong. Yuchi Gong opened his mouth to say something, but being a man of few words, he could only stand by in anxious silence. Fang Xuanling and Du Ruhui looked ashen, wearing expressions of profound despair.

"Anyone is better than the People's Party," Chang Hengfang said, practically grinding his teeth. This was not just his personal stance; the other cadres of the Yue Wang Society shared the same sentiment.

"In any case, that should settle everything," Ye Zemin said, crossing his legs and letting out a yawn.

In this world, strength is everything. Xu Han had no need to be servile to others, so his expression remained completely unshaken.

Seeing that neither could gain the upper hand despite their best efforts, they simultaneously unleashed an endless barrage of attacks, appearing as if they were locked in a war of attrition, waiting to see who would be the first to exhaust their spiritual energy and fall.

Due to the spectacular performance by Ye Zemin and Sherlock, followed by that final, earth-shattering slam dunk, the entire arena was abuzz with fans excitedly discussing the match.

"Besides, consider how much effort the old master has put in. He borrowed the divine soil from God to stem the floods; though it incurred God's wrath, the depth of the floods has indeed lessened. It seems we should continue to govern as usual," said another high official with gray hair and beard, who was the godson of Yu's maternal uncle.

Jiang Ling could not help but roll her eyes. Jiang Hao's words carried a deeper meaning: if he won, it would be the ultimate insult to their side—implying that even if his own work wasn't perfect, it was still enough to defeat them.

"Alright! Stop crying! If you keep crying, I won't take you out to play anymore!" Xiuyan said impatiently to Krystal.

"Well... let's go in, then," Yunxuan said, feeling somewhat awkward toward Zheng Xiuyan beside him.

Turning his head, Fang Yichen suddenly realized that there was a third floor after all. He had always heard Wang Xiaohan talk about the first and second floors, so he had assumed there were only two, never imagining a third existed.

Yet Ling Wei, the person at the center of it all, was actually still able to smile. Was she shocked into madness, or what?

However, such pain meant little to Dou Zhanlong; his main concern was the situation outside. Thinking of this, he felt a twinge of regret—when Tie Niu had come in earlier, why hadn't he thought to ask about Mr. Bu Zhengrong?

He had been struck by a stray bullet in his lower body while in Nanjing. After receiving emergency treatment at a field hospital, he was transferred to the Japanese Army General Hospital in Shanghai.

The old man sighed and waved his hand, signaling that he did not want to discuss Huangfu Yao. The ward fell into a heavy silence, as no one wished to bring up the subject of Huangfu Yao again.

"Oh no, someone's coming." Hearing footsteps, Dou Zhanlong opened his arms, scooped up Elder Yao, and with a powerful push of his legs, vaulted into the air, landing steadily on a tree branch.

Watching Wang Han's lecherous grin, Qian Yifei’s mouth curled into a mysterious smile; a brilliant idea had suddenly surfaced in his mind.

Having hidden at home for nearly a month, Yu Xinyan saw the news of Mo Bei's return on her computer and was so startled she nearly fell off her chair.

The shop that purchased wild mountain goods was located on the main street of the bustling district. The proprietor was a kind-looking old man with a long white beard, who appeared to be around sixty years of age.

Huangfu Song was a few years older than Huangfu Yao. Although they were cousins, they shared a certain resemblance, particularly in their appearance and the natural, decisive aura they both carried.

"Your imagination is quite rich, but I never said I wanted you to do anything. Even if you threw yourself at me, I’d still have to consider it," Qian Yifei said with disdain.