Chapter 32: The Bureau of Military Affairs

All the officials stood silent, as if chilled to the bone, no longer daring to speak loudly. They had always taken the moral high ground to criticize the monarch, believing that as long as they claimed to speak for the people, even if the ruler executed them, their names would be immortalized as legends. But today was different; not only had they raised their voices in court, but they had also disregarded their sovereign and defied the imperial will. If the Crown Prince truly decided to eliminate them all...

"Forgive me, my father is absent and cannot personally express his gratitude. How about..." At this point, the Lady Ai became bashful.

Across the way, the hanged ghost stared in shock at his own hands, realizing that he had contributed to the violent upheaval unfolding before him.

Wu Yi's breath came in quick gasps, but he still thought of the Wu family’s battle blade, stumbling forward to pick up the sword tossed to the ground. The flower-selling girl regained her senses and hurried to support Wu Yi.

In Qin Ge’s ears, the electronic prompt sounded. As it rang, he had already taken three steps; by the time the voice finished, he had crossed a third of the starting area.

Later, when Jiang Xiaoyun fired at the two bio-warriors again, he aimed only for their eyes.

With a low growl, the man in black robes hefted the zombie and smashed it against the floor and walls, wreaking havoc all around.

Bathed in moonlight, Qin Ge took a high-grade evolution crystal from his pack and, without hesitation, placed it in his mouth.

Before long, master and servant arrived at Tang Jingtian’s residence, the most luxurious room at the far end of the club.

Don’t be deceived by the simplicity of that sentence; its implications were vast. The thought that a top provincial official could accomplish such a feat filled one’s heart with delight.

The four were stunned but dared not intervene forcibly. Fortunately, before long, Bao Zi fainted, releasing the sword, and Yan Eleven quickly kicked the Four Pillars Fiend Sword far away, fearful that Bao Zi might wake and seize it again.

The road through the Jiaozhi Mountains was treacherous. They crossed the corpses of a hundred black-clad men crushed by giant stones, guided by the Dragonbone Stone, and after spending about two hours, finally discovered the hidden passage deep within a verdant forest of broad-leafed pines.

Ye Qinzhu turned her head and smiled gently, but as her smile bloomed, she saw Ting Lan pointing to the seat beside Yang Qingjue.

As she opened her eyes, she saw Yang Qingjue pressing his nose bridge, brows furrowed and looking exhausted.

She knew her parents’ character better than anyone; they could never have done such a thing. But how could she prove their innocence?

Grass blades danced in the wind, and Ye Qinzhu floated within her spiritual energy, silently contemplating the vivid images appearing in her mind.

While Annie was lost in thought, Harry flattered Hermione as his gaze drifted toward Annie. Hermione, basking in her own pride, failed to notice a golden-haired boy timidly poking his head out.

The phoenix landed at her wrist, at the vortex-shaped mark, gently pecked it, then turned and collided with the contract.

Suddenly, Yang Tafeng’s mood turned passionate, and he smashed his wine cup onto the floor, shards scattering everywhere. The shadow began to closely observe Yang Tafeng’s expression.

The proprietress was utterly perplexed—was the dress meant for his mother? Traveling such a great distance to Qingshui Town just to buy clothes made no sense.

Yesterday, as she left the brothel, she happened to meet Han Ye. Could it be that Han Ye had followed the trail and found Fang Su?

3. People who interact daily, once dressed in night attire and veiled, become unrecognizable to each other.

Perhaps out of excessive excitement, the chief croupier reached for the Dragon Thorn chips before revealing the cards, only to have his wrist dislocated by a sudden reversal.

Upon hearing their names, Wen Yukou was filled with doubt. Hadn’t those two died for theft when she was twelve? Why… She hurriedly sat up, noticing she wore a snow-white undergarment, and her body—was unmistakably that of her twelve-year-old self.