Chapter 50: If They Dare to Say It, They Dare to Believe It

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As she spoke, Qiu Qinhan’s throat choked slightly, and she stopped without continuing. Her eyes shifted subtly, a hint of loss softening her gentle gaze.

Though puzzled about why she was injured on Jade Mountain, he understood she must have her reasons for doing so.

Apart from Su Chengbei and Jun Yibai, no one else knew the true story behind the entire staff of Starshine Group working overtime for a whole week.

Halfway through the day, at noon, the sunlight was dazzling. Yue Ming and the old drunk both closed their eyes to rest, leaving the others silent.

In recent days, the Emperor had journeyed to the Western Heavenly Sanctuary, a round trip that would take at least half a month. Now, only Ruoli and Fuqi, one man and one beast, remained in the palace.

Confronted with such a majestic aura, Haoyan suddenly reached out and grasped at the void. The still stream in the air seemed to be held tightly in his hand, and a fierce wind rose, forming a wall of wind.

Jinfeng’s hand halted unnaturally. The snake wood, rare even over millennia, had unexpectedly transformed into a demon! This was truly troublesome—he was unsure if he could defeat her.

The troops turned onto another road, marching grandly toward the palace amid the cheers of gathered townsfolk.

He smiled silently, leapt up, and silently returned to the Crown Prince’s estate with Chu Yunlian. After she entered her room and sighed in relief, he followed inside.

At that moment, the figure became clear—it was a puppet, more precisely a mechanical man, wielding a rusted long blade, emitting sharp whistling sounds. Its attack speed was astonishing; in under ten seconds, it had drained nearly half the health of the Black Bee.

The disciple at the peak of foundation building heard Meng Qi’s questions and began to understand. It seemed this senior brother from the sect, rumored to have powerful backing, held a grudge against the Feng family—possibly even against Feng Tiancheng himself.

Before Princess Duanjia could explain in detail why Lady Anmin was problematic to Chu Lian, a commotion arose at the table where Lady Anmin was seated.

Zhu Di then looked at Zhu Ziping, who said, “I will stay in the capital for a while to accompany a friend searching for her brother.” Zhu Di said nothing further and walked toward the dragon carriage. “Your Majesty, the carriage is ready!” Everyone knelt quickly, shouting “Long live the Emperor!” as Zhu Di departed.

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Chu Lian repeatedly glanced at him, both curious and uneasy. Those eyes were clear and bright. He laughed heartily, took a cyan brocade pouch from his bosom, and handed it to He Sanlang.

They hurriedly stopped the carriage, sitting still inside. They knew better than to disembark abruptly, which often attracted unwanted attention.

Tong Niuer smiled faintly, pleased with the clever design she had crafted. She ordered the brocade guards and soldiers to follow the stream, searching for where the water branched, moving closer toward Lianzhou.

Intelligence reported a sudden unrest in England—a few major lords, along with their supporters, unexpectedly besieged Buckingham Palace, clashing with the guards.

It was said that a shrine would be built for the Ninth Lord. He was the first to respond enthusiastically, seeing it not only as a chance to gain favor with Wei Zhongxian and the eunuch faction but also as an opportunity to exploit the people, amassing great wealth through oppression.

These barbarians and foreign tribes traveled thousands of miles to the capital, some invited by the court, others arriving unbidden. Among the envoys were many martial experts besides nobles, reflecting Emperor Yongle’s emphasis on relocating the capital to Beijing and the importance these people placed on the Ming dynasty.

The 60,000-strong Jibei rebel army was strictly controlled by Chen Rui’s elite strategies. Within the Jibei forces, Dou Jiande commanded 20,000 soldiers—10,000 cavalry and 10,000 infantry. Liu Heita had 10,000 infantry, the lord had 20,000 personal troops, and the remaining 10,000 were elite cavalry from Youzhou.

In the other room, Susu had already heard the commotion and, without waiting to be called, opened the door and approached Zhang Tianci.

“Forbidden spells don’t work on me!” Elf shouted fiercely. A vibrant green light blossomed before him, from which countless vines surged, forming a massive shield that blocked the front.

He saw most of the city’s inhabitants bearing expressions of terror, and not far off stood Rod on a tree branch.

Baicao worried deeply and quickly jumped down from the rooftop, pushing open the door and rushing inside.

Gu Xin silently thought, “Soon you will not only see someone identical to yourself but also someone who looks exactly like me.”

Yan Lingji’s face showed a faint smile. Stepping lightly in bright boots, her seductive figure swayed like flames dancing in a gentle breeze.

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What consideration was Father making this time? Could it be that the head of the Spirit Witch Sect was hiding some secret?

Ordinary minds prioritize profit, especially among the wealthy merchants and magnates present—each sharp and outstanding among thousands. None understood the nature of profit more deeply than they.

After hearing the servant’s words, Yan Hong lifted his eyes to glance through the window at the dimming sky. “Has it gotten so late already?”

Mu Yuqing was now like a hedgehog covered in spikes—defensive, hostile, yet faintly worried.

No drinking allowed, limited computer time, and now talk of enduring hardship—were these two elders trying to force her into a peasant’s life?

The Poison Leopard was pushed back two steps by the punch before regaining footing. Seeing this, the Fire Dragon sighed inwardly, seizing the chance to pounce, raising a leg to deliver a kick to the chest.

After finally gasping for breath and stopping, she found her classmates had disappeared without a trace.

In the past, Xiyue considered herself adaptable—wherever she was, she could live serenely as always.

Mu Shifan was busy packing for Nan Zhengyan, her face full of worry and on the verge of tears.

Flipping through the contact list, she couldn’t help but send messages to Chen Han and Zheng Yilu.

She chatted briefly with He Yi, asking him to inform her immediately should there be any news of Mu Yan. He Yi agreed, then hung up.