Chapter 138: Panic of the Tycoons

The power of noble and aristocratic families should not be underestimated. If pushed to the extreme, they might grow desperate and throw the realm into turmoil. However, once comprehensive compulsory education and the imperial examination system are implemented, it will no longer be so easy for these powerful clans to arbitrarily incite the common people to rebel. Enlightening the minds of the people allows ordinary folk to understand reason, know the law, and cherish their country. In the past, imperial authority did not extend below the county level, and the court's governance...

Earlier, when she was looking for Lingya in the plum blossom grove, she had not seen Princess Shuoyang, assuming the princess had left with Lingya.

Stepping onto the first floor of the villa, it was pitch dark, but the glow of a mobile phone screen caught my eye.

Zhang Ruyun was exhausted to the limit by this point; as soon as he emerged from the pool, he chose a spot to sit cross-legged and quietly regulated his breath.

The Liu Corporation building stood forty-six stories high, towering and expansive, unmatched anywhere in Liuxu City.

Liu Chenglong, driven to fury by embarrassment, let out a loud cry of rage and hurriedly closed the window, terrified he might fall.

Feng Xiaoxiao knew Nimo would say nothing pleasant, but realizing that her own motives were indeed somewhat impure, her cheeks flushed slightly.

In a flash, Xue Yang's figure entered the divine pearl space and emerged from it, catching the Wolf King completely off guard.

Left with no alternative, he changed the subject: "It is simply that my methods are unsuited to instruct you, Miss. Yet you need not be impatient; Senior Qin, as an elder of both the Wudang and Kunlun sects, possesses transcendent mastery of the Dao and will surely impart other wondrous arts to serve you as eyes and ears." True enough, a trace of disappointment flickered across Suqiu's face upon hearing this, which Zhang Ruyun observed with an inward sigh.

"Thank you!" Lin Fei smiled at him and brushed past, yet he caught sight of the name tag on the man's chest—a shift supervisor. No wonder his professionalism was so high.

Fu Lingya frowned slightly. She had specifically given Murong Jue's token to Yunzhi to prevent her from being blocked by the Prince Jue's estate guards; how could she have failed to see Lingfeng?

The foreign merchant sighed in admiration and pointed at a mountain range on the map, saying, "Lord Castellane need only follow this mountain range until he reaches the boundless marshes, pass through a gap in the marshes, and he will arrive at the grasslands."

The rich, lingering scent of medicinal herbs permeated the air, and faintly, the sounds of bickering between the eccentric old man and Sa Du seemed to drift in from outside.

At this very moment, the two people inside the shop were locked in fierce combat. Hu Chaoxian swung his sword blade and declared once more, "All rivers flow to the sea, gather!" His weapon remained a sword, but the soft-sword techniques he had just used had transformed into bone-piercing lethality. The sword body thrust like a sharp sting, akin to an armor-piercing spearhead, carrying ninety percent of his strength and pressing forward step by step. Try as he might, Ba Shisi and his short sword could find no way to break free.

Jin Guangyan sensed his own loss of composure and felt a slight pang of annoyance, decisively hanging up the phone. Rubbing the bridge of his nose, he turned and walked back into the bedroom. Within a few minutes, Yan Xiaoxiao's everyday toiletries and changes of clothes had been fully packed. He glanced at his wristwatch—precisely nine-thirty—and drove off to the hospital.

Qian Qingshi couldn't be bothered to pay attention to the man beside her. If she kept staring at him like that, she would likely delay important matters.

Zhang Ruoxuan wore an expression of sheer astonishment. A matter he believed could determine his life or death was settled by nothing more than a casual remark from someone else. He stared blankly at Xuanfeng standing in the hall, trying to find a trace of certainty on his face.

A monster endowed with self-awareness would never, in its own perception, accept control or domination by anyone.

Though Xiaolan's expression remained placid, inwardly she was rolling her eyes. How could he possibly be the reigning Fourth Prince of the Northern Li Kingdom?

Yun He, the third young master of Yun Fortress, turned his head to look back at Tang Liluan, a faint trace of contempt and disdain lingering at the corners of his eyes. Tang Liluan had the distinct feeling that this third young master meant trouble, unlike his two elder brothers.

"Muyi!" Hua Shuo reprimanded Fang Muyi, but said nothing further to Qing Rang. He turned and walked forward alone, with Fang Muyi following closely behind. Qing Rang stood there as though abandoned. That rebuke had not truly been meant for Fang Muyi, but for herself—a truth she understood well.