Volume One, Chapter 49: I Want to Marry the Princess!

Qin Bao was momentarily stunned when he heard Emperor Xuanwu’s question. He couldn’t understand why the emperor had suddenly brought up this matter—was he planning to arrange a marriage for him? Or perhaps bestow one upon him?

“I don’t think she’s reached it yet.” Fat Da Hai had previously asked Chu Tianjiao, and Qin Bao believed Chu Tianjiao wouldn’t deceive him. Besides, if she had attained the second major cultivation realm, their struggle last time with the gray substance while helping Zhou Tianci wouldn’t have been so arduous.

“Ahem, Yixue, why is the young master holding you?” A frail yet spirited old man appeared behind her.

With her by his side, doing nothing, simply leaning together quietly, for a fleeting moment, he wished life could always be this way—peaceful and ordinary, with her there, it would be enough.

Lin Xia didn’t seek him out either. They had come to buy their own things, and then return home separately. Lin Xia pushed her cart to the checkout, where the cashier scanned her items and packed them.

Feng Siming raised his eyes, needing no introduction; the masked man before him, wearing a silver mask, was undoubtedly the Battle King—the very culprit who had bullied his sister.

I had only stepped out to buy lunch, but as soon as I entered the lobby, a young woman stopped me.

He Yu was surprised when she said, “I admit I have feelings for you,” but more than surprised, he was delighted; it was the first time she’d confessed that she was moved by him.

If that were the case, they hadn’t interacted much, so perhaps she would refuse the crown prince.

Fusu recalled that she’d mentioned this during the banquet night, nodded, and released a stream of spiritual energy, enveloping her in a thin layer of golden light.

Old Master Gu pondered. He was still convinced that Gu Xiao had been deeply affected, starting with Huo Yunze’s arrival, and especially after Gu Yunsheng’s death, Gu Xiao had changed considerably.

Three consecutive orders were issued, loosening the restrictions on the military, local governments, and those talented individuals lurking among the populace.

“No, no, though Minjing likes Uncle Li Huicai, she still prefers people her own age.” Minjing retorted immediately, her cheeks as red as ripe tomatoes in a field.

“Brother Minyuan and Director Xie seem quite interested, what are they discussing?” Ye Zhong dismounted and smiled.

From the moment Li Qiu entered the private room, he noticed Park Kyuri drinking water non-stop. He’d guessed she would head to the restroom, and the other nine continued their duck feast, paying no mind to Kyuri leaving the table.

The burning pain intensified, and Qin Shu’s body rolled uncontrollably in the water.

“General Fan, you flatter me. This weapon can greatly undermine enemy morale—if they falter, this pass can be held. It’s not that Rong is unwilling to use it, but there’s so little of it, it cannot be used lightly.” Watching the enemy’s misery below the pass, Xu Rong remained calm as ever.

Xue Binglie took it, eyes fixed on the cave, noting there was still no movement inside, and let out a cold snort.

As for Bai Qingyan… he instinctively took a deep breath, and the chill was dispelled.

“It’s hard to say. Is the situation in Outer Mongolia really that tense?” Cao Kun asked.

“It’s just my duty, I dare not accept thanks. Captain Cheng’s loyalty is truly admirable! But please, don’t speak of hardship—reinforcements are as urgent as fire, and Captain Cheng must guide our troops!” Liu Yu said warmly, his respect for such a righteous man plain.

“Lin Bei! I heard you haven’t been at the company these days. Is there something going on?” Qin Guoqiang asked. As chairman of the Qin Group, he kept a close eye on every move of the company.