Chapter 39: Why Is Wang Yifei Like This? 10
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Chapter 39
Zhao Jinchu cut him off. “You didn’t believe him, and that’s why your son died.”
Wang Zhen’s expression twisted for an instant.
He gave a cold snort. “I truly don’t understand what you young people are thinking. I fed him, clothed him, and worked myself to the bone to raise him. All I did was ask him to choose the sciences. All I did was open the door to his study. Everything I did was for his own good, yet he jumped straight out of the window. Did he think of all the hardship we went through to raise him? Did he think of his mother, who every day…”
Zhao Jinchu glanced at the butterfly pastries someone else had prepared, then thought of the batch she had made herself. She had no desire to take them out.
But Qi Yan was staring at her fixedly, as though demanding a thoroughly convincing explanation—or else he was about to make trouble.
Slowly, she took out the box of biscuits. “Uh… I was making biscuits.”
She opened the box. The biscuits were rather crude.
The old man watched as his eccentric grandson ate from that box of unappealing biscuits…
The radiant smile on Su Momo’s face left Shi Zichen spellbound. Distracted for a moment, he was once again dragged into the water by Su Momo.
Dongli lowered his head, unable to bear watching any longer. Was there really anything wrong with love? If not, why did innocent people have to suffer for it?
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“I’m not arguing with you anymore. I’m hungry.” Su Momo sat on the sofa with her lips pursed, looking aggrieved.
What was going on? Dongli and Nangong Xiao exchanged bewildered glances. Just then, Zuo Zhan came rushing out from behind, and their expressions grew even more colorful. Could it be that the bride had developed cold feet and, now that the wedding was at hand, intended to call it off?
If matters truly unfolded this way, with Hailan Sect arranging for such a successor, the Gongsun family might well become overwhelmingly powerful in the future.
Early that morning, after breakfast, the three of them left the estate. Mounting their horses, they rode to Yishan Tea Plantation, a hundred li from Yangzhou, to inspect the tea gardens.
The overwhelming stench of blood drew countless scavengers to share in the feast. Yet even with such an abundance of food, the vultures still pecked viciously at every member of their own kind within sight as they gorged themselves, while the wasteland wolves continued to fight endlessly over a scrap of flesh at the edge of the battlefield.
“That was incredible! What skills were those just now? Damn, I never expected you to be an assassin.” Feng Luoye’s eyes held a trace of displeasure. He could not believe that the other man had kept such information from all of them.
“You’re staying here. I’ll come find you later.” Ye Zixuan, walking ahead, suddenly stopped. He turned to Shen Yuny you, pointed toward the courtyard beside them, and spoke.
Jiang Shuncai and the others had kept watch behind Eagle-Beak Rock day and night. After seven or eight days without the slightest movement, they gradually let their guard down. That night, it was Zhao Liushun’s turn to stand watch. Around midnight, sleep overcame him, and he simply curled up in a hollow beneath Eagle-Beak Rock, clutching a hand warmer, wrapped himself tightly in his padded cloak, and fell asleep.
“Afraid I’ll die here?” Baili Chang’an sat before the dressing mirror, gazing at his reflection.
The man looked listless and prematurely aged. He had a pair of triangular eyes that he habitually narrowed when looking at people. His gaze first settled on the wooden chest in the corner, then shifted to Liu Bei’s face. Assuming an affected air, he said in a deep voice, “You are the county commandant of Anxi, appointed by Lord Meng, and you are carrying out this raid?”
Many people could no longer restrain themselves. They began gliding and making forced landings, using the gliding capacity of their parachutes to fly toward the central stronghold.
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If the enemies humanity faced were all like this, then humanity would have almost no chance of winning this war.
The only thing they could do was watch developments quietly, continue recruiting soldiers, and rely on the Mi clan’s full support to keep building their strength.
Of the long string of words Zhang Fei had spoken, the only thing Li Ji remembered was the phrase “the imperial clan of the Great Han.”
“Then the Mountain Ghost blade currently in Moonlight Palace… could it be fake?” Chu Huayu mused.
Seeing that Factory Director Qin had made all the arrangements, Liu San found it difficult to refuse. He therefore gave Liu Yi a few instructions before returning to the Technical Division.
The generals on both flanks had already slipped aside when Zhang Fei revealed that impatient expression. Moreover, Zhang Fei had deliberately targeted Li Ji, so they escaped unharmed.
Besides, these dark particles were not easy to obtain. The Light Realm forbade such dark particles from spreading into other universes, while how could the Shadow Realm possibly allow King Pier to appear and gather them at will?
Another corps commander gazed at the flames in the distance and hesitated for a moment. Then he stamped his foot, turned around, and began summoning his subordinates.
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