Chapter Forty-Six: How to Respond

“Your Majesty, are you all right?” Wei Jingyun, while on patrol, discovered the guards outside the emperor’s sleeping quarters collapsed and unconscious. He hurried inside with his men to investigate.

Almost instantly, a deep blush spread across Xue Tingfang’s delicate face. At the same time, fine beads of awkward sweat appeared at the temples of Xiao Ke.

The Tianshan Mountains, located northwest of Hami, form a majestic range that blocks the cold northern winds from reaching Hami and Turpan. The streams of air from north and south cannot mingle, giving rise to vast stretches of desert and wasteland.

“Pfft…” Ji Wuran immediately covered his mouth, moving quickly toward the door, afraid that if he lingered any longer, he would burst out laughing.

Xue’er’s expression chilled, her voice icy: “What do you mean, ‘like this’?” Her hands trembled slightly. Though the words were never spoken aloud, they hurt more than if they had been. The elder brother, who had always cared for her, now spoke so disparagingly.

It was obvious: I am a normal man, so I did not hesitate to throw myself onto Nangong Yanqing’s alluring body.

“Give me the antidote for the Passion Severing Powder,” Murong Luo suppressed the fury in his heart; his voice was low yet carried a menacing force.

Lan Wanting was uneasy, mortified, stunned for a moment before she forcefully broke free from Chi Zuimo’s grip and rushed headlong out the door.

Shen Hongxuan entered the living room, carried the two bags into the kitchen, sorted their contents, left the kitchen, sighed, and then ascended the stairs.

“As long as you’re all right,” Jin Mian was relieved. She could imagine how frightened Fei Ning must have been. Yangyang and Fei Ning were like conjoined twins; after school, they always waited together for their parents. When the kidnappers rushed forward, Fei Ning was the most immediate target.

His mind was blank at the time; muddled, he opened the suitcase, took out eight pieces, then closed and hid the case.

Indeed, smokeless powder had driven a military revolution. Now that the weapons had been successfully developed, the conversion of rifle ammunition to smokeless powder was a matter of course.

He paused, then pressed his thin lips together coldly. After a moment, he slowly reached out and turned off the air conditioning.

Alright, I understood what Wu meant. In short, he was saying I was half-learned, neither full nor empty, just sloshing around. I didn’t mind. I told him to go rest; since I couldn’t sleep, I’d keep watch for him.

The house was in utter disarray, and there was a foul smell, something uniquely masculine. An Yi saw a pair of shorts stained with numerous marks and felt a wave of nausea.

The chest of a true lover should be like the sky, letting you soar within it freely for a lifetime.

Ever since Li Yunfeng met Mao Shiba again, memories from years ago had surged like a flood, leaving him restless every day.

At this moment, Zhou Long and Zhou Wu finished clearing the battlefield and rode to the front lines. Seeing their brothers clad in blood-red armor, the soldiers fell silent. Zhou Long dismounted, knelt on one knee, and clasped his fists, saying:

“Tell me how you’ve lived these years. Whenever I dreamt of you in America, I would wake from the dream in shock,” Hua Yumeng gazed at Yu Fan, her voice gentle.

The moment he spoke, Xie Qian was certain: who else but Yu Fan could have such a magnetic voice and dazzling, sunny smile?

“Wait, something’s wrong!” Situ Xuan felt something amiss below, turned away, and reached toward his trousers.

“Your Majesty, there are loyal people in the world. As long as you leave the capital, there may still be a chance to rise again,” Lu Bing advised earnestly.

The initial iron wires weren’t meant to kill Wu Shiyou, but to force her into the final foothold—the place that would decide victory, defeat, life, and death. Now that Wu Shiyou had landed there, the One-Eyed Immortal knew he had won. Yet why was his vision slowly sinking?

Will was quick; by the time Allen and the others reached the protrusion, he had already moved the stone bricks on top.

Lu Yun suddenly seemed to awaken, then looked warily at Lei Xiu and the others before him.

With a heavy thud, the three of them moved the weighty wardrobe into the east courtyard. Once the driver was paid, he left.

Wow, wonderful! Sang Mulan shouted excitedly at Yu Cuihua’s words, then began calculating: one flower eel fry sells for three coins; two million fry would make six million.

In the distance, a flash of light appeared. Where the light flickered, the gate of New Star Studio could be seen, the sign above inscribed with the four golden characters for New Star Studio.

Liu Bei laughed upon hearing this: “If not for Kong Ming’s reminder, I would have been discourteous. Come, come, let’s go inside Tiancheng.” Liu Bei took Xu Feng’s hand and led him into the camp, while Zhuge Liang invited Huang Zhong, Fa Zheng, Yan Yan, and others inside.

The two walked along the roadside, browsing until six-thirty in the evening, then found a food stall and ate a simple meal. Afterward, Chen Ying impatiently dragged Wu Kai toward the cinema.

At last, she lifted her face, her clear eyes gazing at Wei Feng: “I live on the third floor.” As she spoke, she paused, a hint of anticipation flickering in her gaze, waiting for Wei Feng’s reply.

After a while, Wen Yang took a deep breath, opened the drawer beside the bed, and prepared to take half a sleeping pill.

White light shone onto the floor, reflecting off crystals embedded beneath the transparent tiles. The crystals refracted the light into sixteen beams, scattering across the four walls of the hall and ultimately converging upon the blue jade wall atop the throne at the end of the inner chamber.

Ye Tian and Zhuang Mengdie sat lost in thought in a corner of the studio, while a mischievous Siamese cat hopped about Ye Tian’s shoulder.

“Yes, young master! We’ll immediately arrange for people to go to Beijing!” The Tiger Guard replied respectfully.

Then, the “robot” closed the door, and the atmosphere in the meeting room became solemn. No one spoke; in the silence, it was unclear who would recount the story of the divine.

After a month or two of calm, the defense line of Landu erupted in chaos. Armies from Xiyue and Daxia pressed in, launching the most brutal battle since their standoff began. Meanwhile, Duan Lang’s troops were escorting provisions, marching slowly behind the Seventh Prince’s fifty thousand men.

As the words fell, a flash of golden light appeared beside Yuan Sheng, and a monk with a cloth bag at his waist landed next to him.

But as Old Sifus finished speaking, his expression suddenly changed. Something seemed to occur to him; his narrowed eyes snapped open, his mouth parted in surprise, and he stared intently at Allen.