Chapter Forty-Four: The Deeds of the Loyal

He had already consumed the reward given to him by the other party. When entrusted with a task, Yan Xuan always fulfilled it faithfully—he was a man of his word.

“Let me think about it. I’ll be in touch!” Yan Xuan strode away.

He had silently agreed to take on the matter, but did not tell Zheng Weiwei directly.

Because he sensed that the one in greatest danger now was no longer himself, but Zheng Weiwei...

The moment he appeared above Purple Gold Mountain, his body surged and soared, instantly towering tens of thousands of feet high. With a single wave of his hand, the earth of this world trembled.

He could not be bothered with the details, so he simply dealt with all who raised their hands in one sweep. Everyone must pay the price for their actions.

Yet the majority of the rewards bestowed by Zhu Qizhen were given to people of rank and standing. By granting them these gifts, not only did it satisfy their vanity, it also reduced expenses—why not do so?

At the most perilous moment last night, when his life hung by a thread, it was Yang Shoucheng who braved death to rush to his aid, driving off the palace eunuch traitors, saving both him and the future of Great Tang.

Secondly, there was chaos in the Central Plains—especially over the past decade, when the great bandit Huang Chao emerged. Though he did not topple Great Tang directly, he accelerated its rapid decline. Since then, except for a few messengers, no merchants or prisoners escorted from the Central Plains had come; Lingzhou had been utterly abandoned by the heartland.

“Master Wang, I am here to tell you: your family is being held in the Imperial Prison. I have only placed them under temporary custody and will not harm them.”

There were stone giants, towering and upright, covered with trees, striding across the land, offering devout worship to the purple mountains thousands of miles away.

The room was silent. Li Yan’s face was marked by sincere composure; her gaze fixed upon the young lord in the seat, as though, no matter what happened today, she must hear a word from him.

“What now, are you finally afraid? What were you doing all this time?” Zhang Fu glared at the two, their deathly pale faces making him snap harshly.

Although the art of stone gambling relies greatly on luck, on their side, they could discern with seventy percent accuracy whether treasure was sealed within the stone.

“If that is so, then kill me!” Lan Bingning closed her eyes, the corners of her lips curving into a cold and merciless smile.

“Nonsense, who says so!” Wang Zui flew into a rage. Had he hesitated too long—was he being scorned, even mocked as a eunuch?

“Don’t overthink. Aren’t you going to comfort her? You have three minutes! If Liao Peng arrives with his people, don’t blame me!” Chen Han said.

For this very reason, she was not even willing to probe Ye Jia’s thoughts, not wanting to add to his burdens.

Looking back, it seemed that since the start of the term, Chen Han had never truly attended a single class: first missing during military training, then taking extended leave.

Unfortunately, the side effects of the emetic were too strong—he could barely hold on, unable to say much more, else he would not have let Zhang Yuan off so easily.

Her hand rested on the door handle, but she could not turn it. He had locked the car door and showed no intention of opening it.

Only now did Tang Wan’er realize that Ji Ling’s words carried an undercurrent of threat. Did this mean Wang De was wary of Ji Ling’s identity?

She wanted to throw away the egg—a dead egg was nothing but trouble. But after reading Yun Bei’s letter, she decided to keep it. Whether it lived or died, at least she would not let Yun Bei’s kindness go to waste.

The emperor personally helped Feng Feng to her feet. Today, she was no longer the vision of pure white silk as she was yesterday, but instead wore a pale apricot blouse. Her face, however, was shockingly pale—yesterday’s vitality and youth had vanished, and she was once more the Consort Feng who coughed incessantly in illness.

Four successive loud noises left Ling Xiao dizzy and dazed. But now, the dizziness was from joy and delight, as though he had soared from the depths of hell straight into paradise.