Chapter Ninety: Brother Long Takes the Field

The man called Brother Long clearly knew that Feng Xu had something in his hand.

Feng Xu paused slightly and saw a man smiling at him from across the way.

Pink hair, a purple jacket, his whole body covered in glittering sequins.

This fellow was Ye Liquo.

It seemed Brother Long was one of their own.

“Look if you want to look. What is there to make a fuss about?”

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Su Yun led Noble Consort Mei forward with a bright smile, supporting her as they walked toward the Imperial Garden. In a loud voice she said, “Your Imperial Consort, the lotuses in the garden are in full bloom.” Without stopping, she guided her toward a thick stand of flowers.

When the brothers met again, it was as though they had endless words to exchange, questions tumbling out one after another from every direction.

And when Ye Xiang turned around, she happened to see a petite black figure casting a skill aura she knew all too well.

From the stairwell on the second floor came another cry of “wow,” and Annie, who had been secretly peeking from the corner upstairs, also foamed at the mouth.

“Ye Xuan, do you know? I almost hope my illness never gets better.” Compared with such happiness, the bitterness of the medicine no longer seemed to matter. If Ming Ye Xuan could always live peacefully with the children, what if she had to drink medicine for the rest of her life?

Lu Zhaoan handled things with such thoroughness, leaving no loose ends, that she could not help admiring him. No wonder he had been able to play tricks under her grandfather’s nose for so many years and rise step by step on the silver provided by the Lu family. It had to be said that the siblings were both shrewd people.

Like a ferocious she-wolf, Princess Taiping seized Li Longfei by the collar and, in one fluid motion, collapsed onto the beauty couch, actively loosening her garments and throwing herself into his arms.

Suddenly, a bolt of lightning split the gloomy sky. It seemed to tear open the night itself, and for an instant everyone involuntarily shut their eyes.

Along the way, his mind wandered in a haze. Only when they reached the palace gates did a servant remind him to come to himself. He dismounted and headed straight for the Crown Prince’s residence.

Ling Chao sprang forward, turned his palm into a blade, and struck the side of her neck. Purple Bamboo rolled her eyes back and collapsed without a sound, unconscious on the ground.

“There’s nothing serious. The imperial physician said to rest.” Yesterday, the Empress Dowager had also been driven by anger to the heart, but with some medicine and a few days of quiet recuperation she would recover.

What do you mean, your shameless master’s territory? You bunch of bullies—humph! Master Shi snapped in fury, though even in that moment the pain was burning hot.

“Big brother, word has come from the Frostlands. They have encountered fierce resistance from the Blood Cloud Army and can no longer press south to support our offensive.” The Dragon King of the Western Sea hurried over, bringing with him news freshly sent from Dragon City.

From what he had learned before, he knew that the ancient Battle God Clan had vanished because of the myriad races.

Faced with this sudden change, the young man’s expression remained calm as he casually swung the long sword in his hand toward the two charging burly men. Two cries of unwilling agony rang out, and the men lay still on the ground. Blood gushed in streams from the wounds at their necks and from their mouths, while their bulging eyes were filled with confusion and indignation.

After Wang Dayong and Liu Wansheng left, Chen Feng asked separately, “Commander, how should we deal with the Mou family?”

“Your Highness, are you so certain Princess Roujia will come?” Qi Xin looked through the window at the market street below.

Seeing the ruined appearance of Zaifeng, Zaixun felt pleased in his heart. “So you have a day like this too.” He said, “Prince Regent, Chen Ning is a man who loves money more than his own life. Even if I speak for him, it will not help. Over the matter of that fifteen million dollars, he already no longer trusts me.”

The onlookers all stepped back, their eyes lighting with excitement. No one had expected that the moment these two made a move, they would mean it for real; at once, the crowd was swept with thrill.

Liu Lingshan smiled without speaking, thinking to herself, Hmph, whether we marry Fei Liangyan or not is not for you to decide.