Chapter 125: A Fierce Confrontation!

“Hello.”

Xu Ze nodded, though he was slightly guarded during the handshake.

Perhaps Yan Biao, like Dong Yong, would grip with excessive force.

But fortunately, the other party’s handshake was perfectly normal.

Xu Ze could feel the thick calluses on the tiger’s mouth and fingertips, clearly the marks of years of martial training.

“Xu Ze, will you be using a saber or a sword?”

“For beginners, I recommend the saber; it’s easier to handle.”

Hou Changfeng recalled that in 2005 and 2008, his alma mater, Tuogang High School, produced two students admitted to Peking University and Tsinghua University respectively, both of whom had spent some time studying at the Provincial Experimental High School in Suicheng during their high school years.

However, Li Zimu was certain that in the past, any school or style that dared to call itself a ‘family’ of martial arts must have had some real skill; otherwise, they wouldn’t have used such a title.

Moreover, nobility also signified status. Different ranks afforded different privileges, such as the number of concubines one could have—these were the contemporary court’s policies regarding noble titles.

Because of Zhao Luan, there was special attention paid to Nan Yunhan; had he not appeared before his eyes, it might have been a different matter.

It was likely that some encounter in recent times had significantly refined his martial arts, surpassing all expectations. Only now did he realize his earlier obliviousness.

But Che Chen was completely unconcerned. Not only did he acquire his silver with ease, but he was also willing to spend ten times over, for in this modern era of the End of Law, such treasures were priceless, no matter the cost.

Ailian would not have become the fragile, anxious woman she was now. They would have children and become a happy family of three.

He tried hard to shake the images from his mind, yet the soldiers’ anguished expressions remained deeply etched in his memory.

What further reactions might arise, he could not say. Looking at Ailian now, she would lose her sight upon contact.

Whether in Hunzhou or other cities, the Fu family’s influence was immense. Consequently, other grain merchants aligned their prices with the Fu family’s. Of course, the Fu family’s grain prices were consistent with the overall market, largely due to regulations from the Ministry of Revenue of the Western Liang Dynasty.

He still remembered those youthful days—reckless, arrogant, and indulgent. Yet life and death passed like flowing water, and with the years, he looked back to find that all had changed.

Hearing that gentle voice, the thief finally lifted his gaze toward its source. But with just one glance, An Yujing was stunned.

Step by step, turning back again and again, Ye Zhen felt the road beneath her feet stretch endlessly. She looked back at the familiar face, only to see it fade away like a dream. In the end, she still could not hold his hand.

Her heart suddenly trembled. Murong Heng, how much care and thought did you pour into crafting this glass lamp?

Before marriage, the three of them often went out together; after marriage, Shangyang’s work grew busier, and Tang Chen gradually faded from sight.

“Were you angry just now?” Zhishan looked at her as she gloomily returned the pastry to the plate, her expression heavy with sorrow, unable to resist asking again the question she had posed upon entering.

Han Shangqing sighed as he watched Jiang Liyun’s anxious demeanor, then slowly sat on the bed, his face a mix of frustration and helplessness.

The security at the Tenth Prince’s residence was extremely strict. Compared to the Seventh Prince Yun Muying’s mansion, the guards were at least three times as many.

Her words were meant to plead for everyone, asking Ye Zhizheng to act, but Murong Heng was not buying it. He cast a cold glance at the crowd. “Who are you all?”

On a bright, sunny day with clear skies, the gate of Zhao Fuxin’s home was knocked upon. When Zhao Fuxin opened the door, he saw two officers holding golden-yellow scrolls.

After receiving the list of antidotes, Gu Fan Cheng quickly put on his coat. “Alright, I’ll be off now. Mr. Chu, rest assured, I’ll supervise this matter at the Provincial Health Bureau and guarantee it’ll be completed within a day.” Without waiting for Chu Haoran’s reply, Gu Fan Cheng hurriedly left the Xue family residence.