Chapter 38: The Crimson Night

“Aren’t you curious how the imperial palace managed to break in with only your three thousand men?”
“Then let me tell you something else: tonight, the person I was waiting for wasn’t you, but Tang Sicheng!”
Li Changshu’s lifeless eyes flickered briefly at the mention of Tang Sicheng.
“Your Majesty, please leave it to this old servant...”
No matter what Village Chief Ye says, it’s always right. Applauding never leads to mistakes. To say nothing else—the villagers’ income lately has multiplied several times over compared to previous years.
When she woke up, Gong Yeqing had already gone to the company. Ji Man and Qiqi were sitting at the table, preparing for lunch.
On the final lap, the moment Yu Wan crossed the finish line, everyone stood to cheer and applaud her.
When the ‘Four Great Assassins’ heard the words ‘Black Armor,’ unrestrained ecstasy and excitement lit up their eyes.
Looking at the variety of fruits and vegetables in the refrigerator, Ye Feng had to admit that Baishawan Villas were truly exceptional—every cent well spent.
In the same instant, Hua Fengxian leapt up, silver needles dancing between her fingers as she nimbly dodged left and right to evade the ‘Wolf Smoke Poison’ unleashed by Hua Lianyue.
Youquan’s voice was hoarse, his gaze calm as he looked at Guo Hao without a trace of emotion or any hint of greed for Treasure Split Cliff. Clearly, they had a critical purpose for the cliff—this wasn’t mere covetousness.
If he was nearby, it was highly likely that before Chu Tian and the others could escape into the temple, he would charge in and attack.
The Red Cloud Sword floated before Zhou Lin, its crimson blade shrouded in a dark red blaze. Zhou Lin raised his hand, sending a burst of spiritual energy into the sword, and the flames surged forth. Two distinct layers of fire, inner and outer, wrapped the blade, each separate and unmixed.
“I have money now, why would I owe you anything?!” Li Ruoyi’s voice wavered with uncertainty.
By the last sentence, my words were already choked with tears. I didn’t dare look at the old man before me any longer and turned to leave.
“Is that so? I thought it was her who sent you. What a pity. If the person admitting fault now was her, if she confessed to me herself, perhaps I’d reconsider. The opportunity was there—she just didn’t seize it. Siwen, see our guests out.” After finishing, Xia Qingxiao turned away to return to her room, her face expressionless.
Xia Qingxiao blinked, then quickly shook her head. “No, we can’t report this to the authorities.” If she did, wouldn’t her whole adventure to the mountain stronghold have been in vain?
Outwardly, Sun Yifan always kept his distance from everyone, but in reality, whenever a friend was in need, he was always the first to arrive.
After the match ended, the tournament organizers informed Yang Rui that there would be no matches for the next two days—they had already advanced to the quarterfinals.
Back then, what first drew people to Mount Yamaguchi was not the arenas or the battlefields, but the thrill of exploring those massive dungeons.
Who can really say how such things turn out? Life is always full of regrets and helplessness. Even if Ren Lei didn’t want to oppose Xia Luo and the others, it wouldn’t matter—he was a member of the Dragon Gang. Some things were simply beyond his control.
Xiao Zitian understood her meaning, smiled faintly, though her expression barely changed.
From Yongle’s tone, Xia Chujun could sense his casualness. Yes, with the connection between Yongsheng and the Prince of Yan, Yongle was on familiar terms with the prince and could enter and leave his residence freely, even walk closely with him. But it was also clear from his words that he looked down on her.
In that moment, she was every inch the noblewoman, her gaze resting upon the dancing girl with both grace and pity.
Now that he was being sent away again, how could Li Longji not recall the lessons of the past? If Li Qing achieved nothing and let Li Longji make the appointments, the result of the ‘Imperial Conferment’ would likely be an assignment as governor of a southern province, managing local affairs—far from his original intention. This was what Li Qing feared most.