Chapter 112: How Did You Know?

Stumbling Block The Wind Carries the Falling Catkins 1250 words 2026-03-24 19:01:42

“It’s quite laughable that you brought this on yourself, so I came specifically to see for myself,” Shen Yue said, a mocking smile playing across his face.

“Shen Yue, have you forgotten how relentlessly you pursued me in the past?” Wen Han retorted angrily.

“You said it yourself — it was in the past. What’s the point of bringing it up again now?” Shen Yue replied.

That was a battle fought on the streets, an archery duel with minimal direct contact. Both sides used the streets and the neighboring houses as makeshift defenses, shooting at one another from cover.

Given the influence of the Qian family, it was already fortunate that no one booed or jeered, while the spectators whispered and laughed among themselves.

Besides, his stance toward Zhong Li Rui was clear: the next step was for the two families to govern jointly. Whether that happened sooner or later didn’t matter much; the priority was to establish a transitional operation.

“Here, Purple Robe, have a seat.” Li Zhentian cleared a spot on a large, clean stone, and the three of them sat down.

Meanwhile, she had also signed up for a solo performance, which had kept her quite busy over the past few days.

The elite security personnel from the Divine Guard had yet to arrive, but Lottes and his group were formidable enough on their own.

He looked at the equipment in his hand, which had only one attribute: +5% mounted speed. Suddenly, he remembered that the best mount available for purchase with city reputation was the Red Hare, priced at 20,000 reputation points and granting an 85% movement speed bonus.

As the two turned their horses again to charge at the enemy, Shu Lie Su, relying on his towering stature, swung a wolf tooth club down upon Li Changsheng.

The county commander felt a pang of envy. He had never served directly under the emperor; coming from the same scholar background, the highest post he’d attained was merely a low-ranking official in a remote county, a position of considerable insignificance. Now in his forties, he was still nothing more than a county commander.

King Huangangu looked as if he had just swallowed something foul. The crown prince’s face darkened, but he forced a bitter smile.

Years ago, Peter had unhesitatingly betrayed Harry Potter’s parents, yet he gained nothing from it—the laughable Merlin Order’s first-class medal was perhaps the sole exception.

“Surrounded by so many in your company, there are some things I won’t have to say out loud. But I hope this will be the last time.”

Upon hearing this, Prince Teng’s heart sank. He had come to the Jia family intending to use the matriarch—the family’s highest-ranking and longest-lived elder—as an indirect means to persuade or pressure Jia Cong.

He assigned the simple tasks of peeling garlic and scallions to Ping An and the others who had come upon hearing the news, while he himself took lamb from the refrigerator.

The true nature of the “Candlelight,” and the pain and lessons it once brought to this world, had long since become legend, known to very few.

“Very well, Wang Shao, you… you’ll sit beside Ji Meina,” Duanmu Rouqing said, pointing to the empty seat next to Ji Meina.

A brilliant white light suddenly flashed through the sky, its majesty like a divine punishment from the heavens, striking down toward the black humanoid figure just emerging from the crater.

Even the disciples of the Great Zhou swiftly dispatched one or two with a single move, only to be immediately swarmed by countless others, attacking with reckless abandon against the elite troops.

Coupled with her lazy, carefree tone, if she were a man, Jia Cong would admit he could not rival her charm.

He hadn’t seen his dorm mates in years. Getting to know them anew and spending time with them did not feel like a waste to Lin Chu.

“Better to heal the wounds first…” Following the principle of out of sight, out of mind, Chen Zhi quietly closed his eyes and focused his powers on accelerating his recovery.

“I know that, but time is running short. I don’t know when those warriors will launch their attack on us. Just get to the point: are they after something in the armory, or trying to seize something?” Chen Fei asked.