Volume 1 Chapter 39: A New Conspiracy Emerges

"Do you servants dare to mock your masters? You are courting death!"

Shang Runyu stepped forward, slapped the maid who had been loudest, and then kicked her to the ground.

Not long after, Zhao Canyang emerged, having selected a perfectly fitted outfit. Although the shopkeeper had been surprised by Zhao Canyang's initial appearance, he was a customer nonetheless, so he dismissed his confusion without further thought.

Just as everyone was wondering if Shan Qi had not yet devised a strategy to deal with the Qilin Guards and thus feared making a move, the bugle sounded. The moment the horn blared, all other thoughts were pushed aside, and everyone immediately rushed toward their assigned encampments.

The officials, previously blinded by rage, were brought to their senses by her gaze. They shuddered, realizing they had been so infuriated by the young emperor that they had nearly forgotten about the formidable force still present in the imperial court.

They were not eager to expand their wine business further; instead, they deliberated carefully, prioritizing stability and security, and chose to centralize the production of grapes and wine.

Especially now that their young master was angry, if they did nothing, how could they hope to continue serving him in the future?

In the open space to the west of Sanqing Temple, the second-generation disciples were setting off fireworks. Inside the courtyard, Daoist Hengkong and the others watched the night sky with smiles, failing to notice Zhang Daoran's departure.

All the Dark Trolls gathered there gazed at Zhao Canyang with suspicious eyes.

From the moment Yun Ci flew down, Lu Wanwan’s eyes followed him. He was truly a handsome young gentleman; she had never seen another like him, save for her cousin, the Prince of Qian.

"They have branches in all major cities across the five kingdoms, but the Thirteen Pawnshop in our region is located in Fushan City, a hundred miles away," the master replied.

This had always been the operating style of Ye Qinghuang and Ye Zihao; they did not want puppets, but were instead cultivating management personnel from the very beginning.

However, the power of these giant serpents seemed to exceed Xu Fan’s expectations, proving far stronger than he had imagined as they coiled tightly around his waist.

"Why are you guarding here at this hour? Has something happened?" Wen Boyun spoke, his breath forming plumes of white mist; it was evident he was bitterly cold.

Director Chen was, of course, well aware of the situation between Xu Fan and Zhang Lin. The development of their relationship to this point was well within her expectations, as she had long known that Zhang Lin had only been playing with him from the start.

Throughout the year, she had not dared to spend a single cent of the money Qin Yinjian gave her, and she had saved as much as possible from her own salary. Yet, after a year of saving, she was still nowhere near one million. How could she possibly come up with several million in such a short time? But for the sake of Lu Lu receiving the best treatment, she had to find a way, even if it meant begging Qin Yinjian.

Indeed, as Xie Tingting said, he could not reveal his strategy against the "Anti-Black Shop Alliance." If he were to announce it and word leaked out, his entire plan would fail.

At that time, Zhao Yu was hosting a grand banquet at his residence, composing poems and reciting verses, yet he could not pen a single piece that satisfied him.

Not long after, Xing Yu and Chen Qiang finished tending to their wounds. Each of them drew upon their spiritual power, closing their eyes to meditate and absorb the energy.

The salary for a yamen runner was not high, so one tael of silver a day was a rare and generous sum. Moreover, General Wu was not stingy, providing three meals a day that matched the standards of the lavish banquets held outside.

Members of the Wei clan were awakened one after another. With no time to mount their horses, they grabbed whatever weapons they could find to fight back. A sturdy servant was dragged from his horse and instantly struck on the right shoulder by a stone hammer; he scrambled to roll away, barely avoiding a fatal blow descending from above.