Chapter 43: Chronicles of the Western Suburbs

In the grand hall, Zhao Su and the father and son Yuchi Wei were thoroughly enjoying their meal, much to the discomfort of the others. The morning court assembly always began very early; many officials had hurried over without having breakfast, usually waiting until after court to eat in their offices. Now it was already noon, and everyone’s stomachs were growling with hunger. Seeing so much delicious food before them, they could not help but salivate.

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As several attendants departed on command, Duan Jinrui saw Han Ling and Liu Moyan. The distinctive atmosphere from moments before abruptly shattered. In Liu Moyan’s eyes, Duan Jinrui glimpsed himself; with a faint nod, Liu Moyan acknowledged him, saying nothing, offering no greeting, yet the gesture was more unique than any words.

“So that explains why Shanghai Ma Chao was involved with the Guoguang Dice Club incident. His disciple is competing—looks like Ma Chao hasn’t let go of what happened last time.” The OMG coach sighed; he was one of the few who knew about that affair.

Wen Renya grabbed the dizzy Shen Xiao, and, picking up the kettle from the table, poured warm water straight over him.

“Ye Feng! Don’t refuse a toast only to accept a penalty drink!” Ma Yun was silent, but the bespectacled young man beside him spoke up.

The more I thought, the more confused my mind became. I glanced at the Sleeping Prince, still deep in slumber, and could only lay my head on the table, staring blankly at the white paper pasted on the window, waiting for daybreak.

I didn’t intend to deliver that plate of millet cakes right away. I knew the palace concubines would all be scheming to curry favor today, and among so many gifts, the millet cakes would hardly catch his eye.

Upon entering the mountain range, Wang Jie’s unease grew stronger and stronger, making him want to turn back immediately.

Xuanming had never felt the night so peaceful. At this moment, he could even hear the summer cicadas singing outside the window. Their delicate sound scratched at his heart like a cat’s paw, stirring a ticklish sensation. The candlelight in the room was dim; Jinse lay on the bed, refusing to leave.

“Very well, please board the boat.” The man addressed the pair. He Yun and Ye Feng exchanged a glance and boarded. Once aboard, the boat began to drift, but there was no difference between night and day here—it simply floated across the water.

This method of digging tomb passages differed from traditional techniques. It began with a vertical shaft, then extended horizontally. To prevent cave-ins during horizontal excavation, tomb raiders borrowed the method coal miners used, propping up the tunnel with timber. This approach had another advantage: it prevented sand-filled tombs from collapsing.

Everyone was stunned as I crushed the dragon breath. What realm was this? Even the Sword Emperor couldn’t be so powerful. Long Yuan, who had hurried over upon hearing the news, witnessed my performance and realized I was far beyond his expectations—my realm was certainly higher than the Sword Emperor’s.

Before Chu Xuan’s domineering blade technique, the guards stood no chance—not even the ability to flee. After two blazing blades swept down, all the guards perished, not a single one left alive.

The next day, Liu Yue and the others went to Shou Mountain. The chicken blood stone shipped from Changhua Town by Tang Feng arrived in Lin’an; after completing the paperwork, the two hurried to Qingtian.

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Rachel woke up at nine in the evening. After washing up, she went into the living room and found Eddie still watching TV. The broadcast was a game between the Kings and the Phoenix. She looked more closely—surprisingly, the Kings were ahead by ten points.

The male elves were full of envy. Seeing these expressions, Man Xue’er was very pleased—and quite proud.