Chapter 74: Are You Willing to Let Go and Allow Him to Pursue Someone Else?

“You’ve had a crush on him for a long time?”

Her cousin’s mind worked in peculiar ways, and she immediately picked up on a different implication.

“Uh…” Lin Xiyu was embarrassed, her ears turning red. “Is that really the point?”

“I think that’s the most important thing,” her cousin replied rationally. “Just think about it: he’s the person you like. Are you willing to watch him be with someone else?”

“No, I’m not.”

“If he’s nice to another girl, won’t your heart ache?”

“General Yao, you must handle this matter with the utmost caution. In moments of crisis, remember to protect the Empress and Gan’er’s lives—don’t forget!” Feng Qianzhan’s words were heavy with gravity; he was well aware of the danger this time.

Nie Wanluo blushed and lowered her head as she spoke. Her usual behavior was enough to attest to those three words, but actually saying them aloud was still embarrassing. After speaking, she dared not look up again. Therefore, she didn’t notice the ineffable bitterness hidden in Qiao Neng’s soft laugh.

When the time comes, though we cannot kill you, we can force you to bow your head, to kneel in front of our sect’s gates and repent, to make you admit your own baseness, shamelessness, cunning, and evil. That is within our power.

Lissandra was also shocked—Hou Yi’s power was truly overwhelming. Though she herself could defeat Tord, it could never be as decisive as him: a single arrow erasing the enemy’s soul entirely. The thought was enough to inspire despair.

From then on, the three hundred Taiping soldiers could do nothing but hide and flee, never daring to engage the Qing troops head-on. In the end, they scattered in all directions.

“But…the police actually let you go. I can’t figure it out,” Zhang Jing said, looking utterly surprised.

Aggrieved and furious, she sat up abruptly, paying no mind to the pain coursing through her body, threw on a cotton nightdress, and headed straight for Qiao Neng’s bedroom. But when she raised her hand to knock, she hesitated. What could she possibly do in front of Qiao Neng?

“Throw them all out! I want to speak to Consort Ru!” In truth, Feng Qianzhan knew the imperial physicians’ diagnosis was correct—it was impossible for so many doctors to all be wrong. But he could not accept the reality. That night, things had indeed gotten out of hand, but it wasn’t because she had done something wrong; he simply couldn’t help his anger.

Old Williams was, as usual, impeccably dressed today. As a British nobleman and gentleman, it was the bare minimum of etiquette. Now, the old man strode toward the negotiation site he had arranged with Gale Force, several assistants following close behind.

Ouyang Qianlong fell silent. She didn’t know why Ouyang Qiuba would do such a thing, especially since matters of leaving or staying were never within her own control. Perhaps, from the very beginning, Ouyang Qiuba’s reasons for adopting her were never pure.

The two prime ministers of the Great Zhou Dynasty led a host of court officials out of the city gates, making no attempt to hide their intentions. Those with some influence in Qingwang City could roughly guess the purpose behind this joint excursion.

The grand banquet was organized by the Zhao household across nearly ten restaurants in Jiangning City, with Spring Breeze Pavilion and Harmony Pavilion leading the way. Whether in the quality of the dishes or the skill of their preparation, everything was first-rate—stir-fries, stews, a dazzling variety, all manner of delicacies.

Wen Yujian and Black Seal clashed for only a brief instant, yet within that moment they had exchanged dozens of blows. As the Blood-Soaked Web flew in, its ropes gleaming with a seductive crimson light, Wen Yujian, breaking away from the melee, was already like a spent piece of charcoal.

Liu Wuyi calculated that it would be another two months before he could meet Xu Tongyuan again. The thought filled him with excitement—there were so many questions he wished to ask. But this Mr. Xu stubbornly refused to show his face, leaving Liu Wuyi feeling utterly helpless.

“Tch, what a bore,” Ouyang Lian muttered as he strode out, his long steps carrying him quickly away. Even he, rarely enough, found himself out of sorts.

The Celtics remained as tenacious as ever today. Unwilling to drag things out, they hoped to finish off the Magicians in this game. The match was fiercely contested, neck and neck.