Chapter 177: Fang Zhiyin Also Seems Not Bad Now

The husband and wife brawled all the way upstairs as though they were fighting a battle, then hurriedly washed and tidied themselves.

Together, they went downstairs.

The pounding and thudding drew Mrs. Ximen away from the soup she was cooking in the kitchen.

He went to the Yangtze River Hotel, took a luxury suite, and spent the night there.

Everyone present chatted and drank, discussing matters such as business cooperation.

“Glug, glug.” After finishing the water and tea, Zhao Xin felt that his head was much more comfortable.

At first, the man saw only an expanse of emptiness before him. Then walls suddenly rose around him, built of dark, dusty stone. It was a gloomy alley. A beggar lay curled in one corner, dressed in rags patched beyond counting, his face coated in grime and his black hair shining with grease.

“What is it, Second Brother? Do you want to teach them a lesson? You needn’t lift a finger—I’ll handle it.” As he spoke, Tang Yongsheng raised his hand and prepared to strike.

But Tang Yi also knew that He Zhibin’s family was in dire circumstances. His wife and two children depended entirely on him, while He Zhibin was merely a casual laborer on construction sites. After exhausting himself for an entire month, he earned only a meager wage. For that reason, throughout his years at university, Tang Yi had never troubled He Zhibin.

As for the cavalry, it was the force that reassured Su Mu the most at present, for all thirty of its soldiers were Greenmel men.

Ji Qianyi’s voice left no room for refusal. Their gazes collided, and neither was willing to yield.

An indescribably sour stench poured straight into Weng Mingsheng’s mouth and nose. Fortunately, he had already vomited everything he could; otherwise, he would have had to swallow it back down.

When Li Muyuan walked toward the sitting room, everyone was gathered around the television, watching it with rapt attention. Not one of them even blinked.

At the end of the day, they had all become accomplices to that Zeng Jie! As night fell, the carriage drove straight through the side gate into the Duke of Wei’s residence. Zhao Chong helped Yan Seventeen down from the carriage, and she could not help but start in surprise.

It had to be her. It had to be a trap she had set. Otherwise, how could this have happened? No wonder Guard Chen had suddenly come. And thinking of the problem with the dishes, that too must have been deliberate on her part. She had waited until they were in their room to say those things, giving them an opportunity. Everything had been part of her design.

However, she had been lying on Xiao Yang for so long that her feet had gone completely numb. The instant she touched the ground, she failed to keep her balance and fell hard.

But why had Lisa done this? Could it be that she feared the woman would become Qiao Qi’s assistant and eventually take her place?

They returned to the Duke of Wei’s residence in silence. After getting down from the carriage, Jin Fang stood beside it, looking as though he wanted to speak but could not bring himself to do so.

The map, however, seemed a little too simple. Xiao Yang spent a long while studying it, yet still could not quite make out where it was.

Censor Zhang was momentarily rendered speechless. As soon as he heard of the matter, he had immediately submitted an impeachment memorial against Ye Xue. He did not know what had happened in detail, but in his eyes, Ye Xue had been wrong to kill more than a hundred people just like that.

Su Xiuyue now understood perfectly well how valuable these dendrobiums were. She had watched Dai Dong give away things worth at least a thousand coins.

For the sake of the Zhao household, they did not need to do anything more. The Old Madam would take care of the matter herself. It was precisely because Zhao Lin understood this that she remained so calm after returning home.

Jiao wielded an iron spear in his left hand and a broad saber in his right. With eyes reddened, he charged forward through the falling snow, his presence as imposing as that of a celestial warrior. He stabbed left and hacked right, and in an instant more than a dozen men had fallen by his hand.

All the bandits and hostages turned at once to look at Xia Xueyun. One bandit even raised the gun in his hand. A vicious criminal had no concern for who Xia Xueyun was; he intended to finish her off.

Having held the initiative and controlled the battle until now, Emperor Lan unleashed this technique. The false Sword Emperor had no choice but to counter with the same sword form, meeting it head-on.