Chapter 39: The Decaying Court

In the court hall, two or three dozen ministers stepped forward in unison, jointly condemning the aristocrats who had looted with their troops. The Crown Prince Zhao Su, renowned for his devotion to the people's welfare, despised nothing more than these ruthless and corrupt nobles. At this moment, he was filled with righteous indignation, standing shoulder to shoulder with the ministers kneeling for the people's sake, united in their cause.

Li Chengyun felt a surge of confusion and suspicion within him; Zhao Su's reaction was entirely unexpected. Could it be that Zhang Liao had indeed robbed the grain shop... As long as Zhang Liao lacked such a skill, Li Chengyun believed that even if he were forced to chip away at his opponent's vitality, he would eventually wear him down.

The pointer moved just a few millimeters past the dividing line between ten million and the adjacent box, then came to a complete halt. Success was only a hair's breadth away. With a forceful tug of his arm, the long sword slipped free from the shadowy figure's grasp, clattering to the ground.

The newcomer was none other than Qingya. How she had managed to escape death remained a mystery, but it was clear she had not fully recovered. The soil and rocks, frozen stiff around them, softened under the high temperature carried by the shadow, and with the tremendous impact, debris shot in all directions. A massive pit gradually formed between the two as their standoff continued.

The Red Whisk was flung from his hand, soaring several meters before embedding itself into the left wall, sinking deep into the stone.

The group discussed and agreed on their plans. Early the next morning, Canghai led his fellow villagers to continue planting trees. With seven or eight new hands joining in, the efficiency soared, and in just two days, they finished planting all the saplings Canghai had stored at home.

"Strangers? How could a stranger come here? Out in these wilds, it's impossible," I asked. His teasing tone drew light laughter from the crowd below, dispelling the nervousness that always rose within him when he took the stage.

This creature seemed to be an optimist; even when confined to a cage, it kept eating, apparently unconcerned about where Canghai might take it.

In the beginning, Fang Yishen was stubborn, insisting that Junyi was not from her country. Yet hunger finally overcame her pride, and she relented.

Canburn nodded, "That makes sense. Jiang clearly knows his wife is alive, yet he claims publicly that she is dead."

"No," the village chief replied, pulling a calling card from the cloth bag beside him. Carefully wrapped in a thin piece of red cloth, Yun Genggeng immediately recognized the unique pattern of the Si family, making her all the more curious.

Gong Yu placed both hands on Ye Chentian's shoulders, her battle tattoos flickering as she gently massaged him. For one skilled in battle marks to perform a massage—such luxury was rare even in the Divine Moon Dynasty.

Junyi gestured dismissively. The sunlit youth kicked the man to his knees, right in front of Fang Yishen.

Junyi reached up to pry apart Fang Yishen's arms as they wrapped around his neck, but Fang Yishen clearly had no intention of letting go.

One of the school's four chief proctors, Bald Li, was overseeing the exam. Trying to cheat under his watch was tantamount to courting disaster.

After rushing about for so long, Yang Fan hadn't even managed to eat lunch before Li Xue's mother forcibly expelled him from their home.

Bai Yue'er bit her lip, casting a rare glare at Chu Wu. Only Jiu Yue lowered her head, unsure whether she was embarrassed or worried her appearance might scare off their guests.

Jiang Ning seriously wondered if, should he marry A Li in the future, Sister Rou would faint from crying at the wedding.

But Li Changsu had no other options; he had calculated every possibility, yet failed to anticipate the emperor's unexpected visit yesterday. By leaving early, he had offended the emperor—a rare miscalculation for Li Changsu.

Originally, Lü Weiwei had sneaked out today; if she didn't return tonight, things would become truly troublesome.

For some reason, upon smelling the aroma, Wu Zhi felt the great python below stir, as if it were becoming restless.

Since everyone knew Su Li's identity, they assumed all present were Su Li's friends, so they paid little attention, simply placing the dishes on the table before leaving.