Chapter 113: Two Women at Loggerheads

"Who?" Xu Ze wondered. It was still early for his aunt to be getting off work. He got up and went to answer the door. To his surprise, standing at the door was none other than Director Yang Yin.

At this moment, Yang Yin wore a high-necked, exceptionally figure-hugging knit top that perfectly showcased the dramatic curves of her upper body. Her wavy, shoulder-length hair cascaded over her chest, and beneath her slender waist flowed a pair of nine-part wide-leg trousers, paired with black high heels, radiating an aura of formidable...

In the blink of an eye, over a month had passed. The capital had entered the hottest time of the year, and under the scorching summer heat, the various government offices naturally found it especially unbearable. Thus, Chen Shanzhao gave special orders that, beyond the old protocols, an additional thirty percent more ice be distributed, and extra allowances were also granted to Kunming Palace and to each of the dowager consorts and concubines.

No, that wasn't it—once the Demonic Heavenly Art was unleashed, within its field of force it created a bottomless pit around the practitioner, filling everyone within range with the dreadful sensation of pitching forward and falling. What was more, it made them acutely aware that if they were to fall in, they would be damned beyond redemption.

I saw Ding Sitian frozen in place, a chill gleam of cold light stabbing toward her face and she didn't even think to dodge. There was no way to stop the old sheepskin-clad man who had lost his mind, so I threw myself at her and shoved Ding Sitian aside once more.

Sun Qin fumbled along the roadside searching for a spot, while the two people in the car behind her watched her with blazing, fiery eyes, making her feel even more at a loss.

Empress Wu already knew that Lady Wei had been conferred the title of Wei Xianfei. She knew that at this moment, she was indeed a bit jealous and displeased. To her, Wei Xianfei Helan was merely a tool she used to bind Li Zhi. Since she was a tool, why on earth would she ever regard her as a person?

The tutor that Madam Gu had once hired for her had spoken of a line from the Book of Songs: "All under heaven is the king's land; all who dwell within the seas are the king's subjects." Let alone Zhao Pojun being merely a hundred-household commander among the King of Zhao's guards—even if it were the King of Zhao himself, if the emperor meant to move against the Gu family, could a prince possibly stretch out his hand to rescue them?

Han Feng searched for quite a while, found no one in charge of reception, and could not locate where Old Hua was at the moment, so he had no choice but to call his senior brother Zhang Junyu.

According to legend, when that Saint Light Angel was born, endless holy light poured down from the sky, and a six-winged angel personally descended to the human main plane to bestow blessings.

Immediately, he continued to lead the army in pursuit. Song Jingang led twenty thousand elite troops, arraying them with their backs to the city wall, determined to fight to the death. Cheng Zhijie charged out with his cavalry and routed Song Jingang's army, annihilating the last of his main force. Liu Wuzhou was greatly alarmed, abandoned the territory of Hedong, and fled with Song Jingang to the Turks.

He was also a kind man—within the God-Blessed Imperial Palace, he would not allow Guangxi to slaughter the innocent. He was a man of great righteousness; to protect the soldiers of Feng Yi, he willingly put himself in harm's way.

The commotion had grown loud, and the other party had shown signs of resistance, which seemed to give the two Qing soldiers pause. They pocketed the money and left, cursing as they went, leaving behind only the figure of that man kowtowing in grateful astonishment.

Xiao Lian decided that this time, even if Sheng Chuyi had miracle panaceas, she absolutely refused to grow up. Otherwise, the man before her would challenge her to duels over nothing—such a nuisance—so she might as well just wait until he died of old age.

Not being allowed to set foot in A Ling's room for a month was harder to bear than death itself. He had already endured half a year—with A Ling in seclusion, there was nothing to be done about it, and no matter what, he could bear it.

The mercenaries, upon hearing the sound, scattered like birds and beasts. Even the wounded dragged their injured bodies and fled at once, terrified that one slow step would see them captured.

Zhu Siyun suddenly realized—she remembered that they had indeed told her about this: understanding the language of birds. Impressive. But then again, it made sense—the people here were originally beasts transformed, so it was hardly surprising they could do a bit of mystical things. She opened the cloth strip and found that this time the other party had written quite a lot, so she sat down and slowly read it to herself.

As she turned her head, out of the corner of her eye she seemed to catch a strange look from Jiu You. She turned to look at him seriously then, and saw that he had not made a sound from beginning to end, gazing at her as if she were a rare treasure lost beyond all hope of recovery.