Chapter 143: Suspicion

As mentioned in the previous chapter, Ye Feng fell ill with a severe chill, and Qiao Qiaolan, to save her master, used her own body to warm him.
When Ye Feng woke up, feeling both ashamed and annoyed, he insisted on sending Qiao Qiaolan away.
Overcome with grief, Qiao Qiaolan drew the saber from a soldier's waist,
intent on cutting her own throat to end her life!
All of this happened in the blink of an eye.
No one had time to stop her!
Yet with a stern shout of "No!",
Ye Feng sprang forward, appearing instantly before Qiao Qiaolan.
He grasped her wrist tightly and snatched the saber from her hand.
This sequence of movements was as swift as lightning, dazzling the eyes of all onlookers.
"Girl Laner, are you out of your mind?!"
Ye Feng rebuked her sharply.
"My lord, just let this humble maid die..."

Following Xing Shu and Zhou Fu's declarations, other officials courted by Zhao Hao also voiced their agreement. In the end, even Sima Guang deemed it entirely appropriate to send Zhao Hao on this mission. After all, being an imperial prince just like Zhao Yan, who had previously pacified Jiaozhi, Zhao Hao would surely have no trouble simply pacifying Yuezhou.
Unleashing his full power and no longer holding back, Clark amplified the heat vision in his eyes by several times, sweeping across the area in an instant and causing every single tank to explode.
"Husband, as the saying goes, life and death are predestined. The Empress Dowager is nearing seventy, and this day was bound to come sooner or later, so you must not grieve too deeply." Cao Ying understood the complex emotions Zhao Yan held for the Empress Dowager, and gently consoled him.
"Very well, speak then, we are listening." Zhong Hang nodded at her with an attitude of rapt attention.
An Hongxi picked up the bronze mirror and carefully examined his reflection. It was the face of a mature, heroic man with a high bridge of nose and deep-set eyes, exuding masculine charm. Though already in his thirties, his hair was dark and thick, and his smooth face was entirely free of wrinkles.
Bai Gongsi wore a double topknot and immortal robes adorned with the sun and moon, clear light rising from his crown like a dragon or a snake, breathing in spiritual essence.
"How to satisfy the leadership? How to promote our work?" This question was rather broad, and not easily answered at once.
"Handsome, need a ride?" Li Lin, who was just about to slip away into his shadowy spirit form to scout, suddenly heard these words.
"Could it be... you are Huyan Ping?" When Zhao Hao finally recognized the person on the warship, he could not help crying out in astonishment. He saw that the general on the ship was tall and possessed a full beard; even so, he still recognized him as Huyan Ping, who had formerly been on close terms with Zhao Yan in the capital.

"You're lying, lying! I didn't kill him, I didn't kill him! I loved my son so much, I would gladly have died in his place..." Completely losing emotional control over her words, Madam Wang ended up weeping bitterly and inconsolably.
"Eh?" He widened his eyes. "How could I possibly murder someone to seize their treasures?" To him, this was the ultimate insult.
Zhang Dingyun's family owned the Salt Industry Bank, the foremost among the "Four Southern Banks." Hearing Liao Wanru express her desire to start a bank with twenty thousand yuan, he could not help laughing. His laughter caused people at nearby dining tables to turn their heads and look.
Ten minutes later, Liang Yuduo was led by Chen Haotian to the presidential suite of the resort hotel. Unable to bear it any longer, she violently shook off Chen Haotian's large hand and put some distance between them.
If their posters covered the entire city overnight, it would mean many commoners might develop the mindset that they too could afford such consumption. Upon arriving in Songmao and finding out the truth was quite different, they might not even need outside instigation before some emotionally agitated individuals took the lead in causing trouble.
"Hey hey, Ah Bai, can you really summon heroic spirits?!" Judging by Bazett's hurried manner, it seemed she had another mission waiting for her.
I tilted my head away; he probed with his head a couple of times, found the spot, bit down, and after a great deal of effort, finally managed to pull it off.
Securing the first blood of Mu Jing and handing the kill over to the mid-lane Orianna—such an outcome could be considered nothing short of ideal for Team QAQ. Although Team QAQ had expended a good number of cooldowns in the process, they had at least achieved their desired objective.