Chapter 53

Nowadays, the imperial clan members had become much more well-behaved, and no one dared to grumble and demand that Qin Fengyi arrange quarters for them anymore. Some of the more astute ones, not daring to approach Qin Fengyi directly, instead had their wives send visiting cards into the manor to pay their respects to Li Jing. There were even those who sought out the Eldest Princess for help.

Of course, this applied to the locals; for travelers from afar, it was quite a frightening experience. The storm was so ferocious and lasted the entire night that many civilian houses had their roofs blown off, not to mention the numerous uprooted trees scattered along both sides of the roads.

He took out his phone, looked at the name in his contacts list, and for some reason, suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of tension.

Ten thousand tons of grain was neither too much nor too little. For the Andrei family, it was not enough to hurt their vital roots; it was merely a matter of saving face and pride.

Qin Fengyi actually did not have much of a following or popularity within the palace. However, the palace was ultimately the palace and had its own set of rules. Moreover, given Qin Fengyi's status, even if many people wished not to see him or preferred to avoid him, they still had to put on a loving and harmonious family front, if only to show the outsiders.

At this moment, they were waiting for the rest of the crew members to arrive here fully, but the next instant, when they completely beheld the giant of light appearing in the sky, their jaws dropped wide open in utter shock.

As for the resignation from office, only a couple of the best-informed officials in the imperial court were aware of it. These two had indeed initially wanted to request a transfer to serve as officials in Nanyi. However, His Majesty the Emperor did not grant their request and refused to let them transfer to Nanyi.

Zhao Youling was slightly stunned, reached out to touch her cheek, and felt the corners of her lips curve upward uncontrollably without saying a word.

Seeing the elderly housekeeper speaking into the phone with a troubled expression, his face growing increasingly grave, she finally furrowed her brow and stood up.

His original intention was to choose between Mao Badou and Li Datian. However, Li Datian was in Fujian while Mao Badou was in Songjiang. Since the game of chess had progressed to this stage, both of them had their own useful roles to play.

People were discussing the matter animatedly, but Lin Tian remained steadfast in his own ways. After seeing Hua Feihua and the others off, he turned his gaze to the Chief Superintendent of the Imperial Household, He Youde, who was standing by to keep order.

The Sin of Greed watched the spatial tunnel gradually unfold behind Yekaterina. The tunnel connected and bridged two spaces and was on the verge of teleporting Yekaterina away, yet this did not cause the Sin of Greed excessive worry.

Mike never even clearly saw the moment when Liu Ling drew his sword; that blade with a pale blue glow was already dancing wildly through the air.

"According to Principal Lin's introduction, their school practices elite education. There are as many as over 500 teaching faculty members in the school alone, and that does not even include the teachers who are not currently teaching classes. Furthermore, in his school, the annual salary of every single teaching staff member is basically above two million!" the Premier said.

Li Si gave a wry smile, a look of helplessness on his face. Such a coincidence was simply too astonishing; he never could have imagined that such a thing would happen, far exceeding his imagination and leaving him feeling utterly helpless.

Yet this time, the Sin of Greed was not beaten back by the fierce and formidable punch of the Violent Bear. Instead, it used the beast head on its right hand to desperately resist the bear's punch, and the black threads formed by the power of greed on its body also wound around the Violent Bear's arm along the beast head.

Several leopards were surrounding and attacking a white tiger. The white tiger was already covered in wounds yet still persisted in fighting.

"There is no need for repayment. I live right here; when I am thirsty, I have water to drink; when I am hungry, I have food to eat; when I want to sleep, I have a place to stay. Aside from these, I truly do not know what else I could possibly want. As for someone who has no desires and seeks nothing, how do you plan to repay them?" Sai Jiaomei asked.

"Go, go. I will leave right away. Your Honor, I promise I will never dare to come out in the middle of the night to shit ever again." With that, Fang Jiren walked toward the door.

The night was silent. Along the corridor of the Hanhuan Palace, a few lit lanterns hung sporadically, though they were no brighter than the one in her hand. As she lowered her head to watch the path, a gust of wind suddenly blew by and extinguished the lantern she was holding.

With a soft creak, the door was pushed open, and a dark shadow slipped inside. He cared nothing for any valuables in the room, setting his sights solely on Ling Jiantong, who lay sleeping on the bed.

Old Jiu was no fool either; having run into a master, he naturally was not going to risk his life in a desperate fight. Are you kidding? Any brother present could easily beat him, and since so many people could not handle the situation, rushing in to risk his life would simply be courting death. However, his inquiry somewhat comforted the bandit-like big man.

It seemed that his image in Guo Mengmeng's mind could not be changed anytime soon, but this was just as well. It saved him from the trouble should he ever fail to resist temptation and wrong Xia Zhiqing; that would truly be troublesome.

The sounds of clashing blades echoed one after another by her ears. Ling Jiantong looked closely again and saw that the giant net was pitifully lying on the ground, torn to pieces at some unknown moment, while Situ Qianchen and Mu Jinghong beside her were already engaged in battle with the assassins who had suddenly lunged from the shadows.

The main street was bustling with crowds. People speaking in rustic local dialects chatted happily with their families, exchanging intimate words. Catching sight of a friend, colleague, or neighbor from afar, they would call out across a distance to ask how things had been lately. Hearing those straightforward hometown accents brought no irritation, but rather a profound sense of warmth and familiarity.

The festive atmosphere of the New Year was not as strong in the capital, likely due to its excessive modernization, where traditional festivals were only observed in specific places, and customs such as pasting paper-cuts on windows seemed to have long been forgotten.

In the grand hall at the center of the complex, a man wearing glasses knelt in front of the throne at the very center, not even daring to raise his head. Judging by his appearance, he was none other than Zhao Dongcheng, the mental-type domain emperor who had previously ambushed Qing Binghe. Yet the throne itself was completely empty, save for a giant sword over three meters long.

The stone platform was some distance from the base of the mountain, and the only way to enter the cave was via this one-in-ten-thousand ancient tree. Even if the enemy had already discovered this location, it remained a strategic stronghold easy to defend and difficult to attack.

Luo Fei, by contrast, appeared rather indifferent, quietly following in Zhuo Tian's footsteps as if none of this mattered to him at all.

While she was in a daze, Ji Luohan had already mixed a blue-and-red cocktail, slightly raising his gaze from a commanding height to signal for Lin Shuan to come over and taste it.

As the saying goes, "stab wounds are fatal, slash wounds merely injure," primarily because piercing injuries cause continuous, unstoppable bleeding that is difficult to bandage.

"Pay more attention yourselves. I am heading home, and if anything comes up, call my home." Zhuike Xun's family background was quite decent, and very few households had installed telephones in this day and age.

Because of this, Qi Rui did not even have time to go to the hospital. In any case, she had entrusted Shang Zhongchen for help, and in the end, Hengyuan Company did not sue them, though they did have to pay compensation. Still, for Liu Dali and the others, this was already a very good outcome.