Chapter 80: The New Year's Eve Gala, and a Word of Advice for Yang Mi

Now, the only force capable of contending with them, District D, had suffered successive defeats on the battlefield against District C. Their vitality was severely damaged, the foundation shaken, and they were no longer a threat.

Meanwhile, the men of the Imperial Guard had already gained firm control over all officials and nobles within the capital who were close to or inclined toward Prince Wu.

At this moment, he cared nothing for parents or kin, nothing for the people of Qingzhou, nothing for the northern lands of Dayun.

Countless censors and members of the soldiers' council watched closely; anyone who dared to kill innocents and claim false merit risked their lives, and such charges would strip away any previous military honors.

That soil seemed to possess a mysterious power, gradually soothing his expression, a bitter smile even appearing on his face.

If things were as Qiao Dongyang said, then what he had done to Qiao Ruian would be considered extremely vile.

Song Wei gently placed Wen Wan onto the couch, personally covering her with a goose-down quilt. Only after watching her fall asleep did he retire to the west wing.

The main alert squad stepped forward, forming security lines at the front, flanks, and rear of the ranks. The remaining soldiers sat directly on the ground, conserving their strength.

Seeing that the matter which had tormented her for months, making her fret and suffer, finally reached a satisfactory conclusion, Xiao Rubing broke into tears and laughter.

Though the truth was not yet revealed, at least Wang Xueya’s situation had an outcome: it was a deliberate frame-up, causing her physical injury and preventing her from continuing the competition.

One sentence ignited the atmosphere in the room. Just then, Ru Juan’s boxed lunches arrived. No one stood on ceremony. Each took two boxes, opening them to eat and chat.

The Indian General Staff, upon receiving the news, was dumbfounded. It was something they had never expected at the outset of the war. When the news was confirmed again, the Indian leadership immediately convened an emergency meeting to discuss their next moves, seeking ways to reverse their current passive situation.

Leaving the grand hall, Li Yu glanced back at the revelry within. He banished any thoughts of comfort from his mind; born into chaos, he had no choice but to be swept along.

Seeing that King Han still refused to heed his advice, Prince Jue grew anxious, beginning to stammer as he spoke. He was deeply concerned for Korea’s future; without reform and strengthening the nation, surrounded by powerful neighbors, Korea could only await destruction.

Noticing the look on King Zhao Dan’s face, Li Yu could not help but smile slightly. It seemed his position as Commandant of Gongguang was now secure.

Chang’e rolled her eyes at Li Kuafu, as if to say he was truly a man lacking any sense of romance.

He exchanged warm but brief words with the cast and crew, then accompanied the South Boston Police Department’s patrol cars for half a day of patrol.

Even so, he was still quite depressed. Throughout the year he had felt little joy, believing that since he was a prodigy, he ought to be even more extraordinary. How could he only come in fourth?

He had once encountered a millennium-old wood lotus flower; the wood elemental crystal it nurtured had given Lin Feng a similar sensation.

Had it been as before, they would have rushed forward long ago, but now their identities had changed, and each had developed a conscience.

When Yang Jinxin looked up again, Qin Muyang had changed into a pure white inner robe. He gave her a gentle smile, dragged a round stool in front of her, and sat down. In his pitch-black eyes was deep adoration, as if he wanted to imprint every detail of her into his memory.

It was her first time in such a setting, and Yang Jinxin felt her heart pounding more fiercely. She took two deep breaths to steady herself before slowly stepping out of the car.

Upon reaching the gate, Bai Jianli clasped his hands in greeting to Liu Jiangtao. “Master Liu has arrived—what a joyous day for our household! Please, come inside.”

“Luohua, is it really right for you to bully the king’s wife like this? Remember, ‘never covet your friend’s wife.’” Ji Wuqing was a bit displeased, but Xue’er’s blushing face was still quite pleasing to him.

Our two strongest allies in the harem were suddenly sidelined, and we were still unaware of all that had transpired. Nonetheless, we marched with great fanfare to the Wanbao Mountain cemetery.

Though unsure if it would work, Yang Jinxin could think of no better solution. She paused for a moment and continued.

Yang Jinxin shifted her gaze imperceptibly. This, she thought, was the real purpose of their visit today. Thus, the words must be spoken in front of Qin Muyang to carry weight; she herself was merely a stepping stone.

As she spoke, she covertly observed Yang Jinxin’s expression. Seeing her faint smile freeze on her lips, her own smile grew wider.

Yi Li followed Qiu Kun as they circled Su Manyu’s territory, occasionally encountering martial artists from other mountains. The great affair of “Crouching Tiger Spitting Treasure” was becoming increasingly famous throughout Xuanqi.

Those beams of light, seeing this, could only hover helplessly before returning to their original seats.

“What do you mean, ‘what’!” Song Chengfeng struck again, landing a heavy blow on the abdomen of the Nirvana-stage expert.

“Yes, sir. Arias, take over for me. Keep an eye on the data here. Remember, the red numbers are the warning line…” Michelle hurriedly handed over her work, seeing that Shen Yi was already waiting for him under a tree.

Before the old man could react, he opened his mouth and spat out a blinding green light, circling the elder’s head in an instant, and his fine head rolled to the ground of its own accord.

Though Xu Luo appeared as Huo Feng at this moment, unable to use any of his own abilities, when he sensed the killing intent, he still received a warning. He looked calmly at Huo Jinshan, but in his heart, murderous intent began to stir.

The territory had already expanded brick kiln production repeatedly, but daily output was still only around three thousand bricks. Over a month, after discarding the defective ones, the number of qualified yellow-earth bricks would not exceed one hundred thousand.