Volume One, Chapter 83: The Great Chanyu of the Xiongnu, Wudu, Falls into the Trap

Emperor Xuanwu looked at his daughter and snorted, “You’ve received the letter—are you satisfied now?”

Wang Caiwei pressed her lips together in a smile, her eagerness to depart scarcely concealed.

Emperor Xuanwu shook his head.

A girl grows up, finds someone she loves, and suddenly the daughter’s heart is no longer at home—her loyalty begins to lean outward. Fortunately, the man who holds her affection is a son-in-law he himself approves of.

It was a small comfort.

At least if that delegation leader from the island nation ended up in the hospital, no one could blame Tang Guo and tarnish the reputation of their own country.

Qin Tian noticed the joy on Jiang Haitao and Sun Kaiyang’s faces, and realized he would have to work even harder if he wanted to deceive them all.

After finishing, Shen Heyie quietly slipped out of the royal residence. Even after Shen Heyie had left, Cen Changjing remained kneeling in place for a long time, unmoving.

To put it plainly, Old Chen certainly desired the benefits, but he absolutely refused to shoulder any of the risks.

A raging wind and towering waves swallowed the bloodthirsty horned beast. In that instant, all the momentum surged forward, forming a colossal sphere of storm and wind.

“Yuanwu is so busy, it’s rare for him to come home. If he misses this time, who knows when the next opportunity will come?” the elder said.

“Yes, yes, Brother Feng, you are right—it’s all my fault. I’m sorry, I was wrong!” Old Tiger Huang hurriedly fell to his knees, begging for mercy.

Before Yao Jian could reply, the swordsman was already striding onto the bridge, with the man sporting a nose ring closing in behind the two of them.

Amid all the shock and commotion, even the aristocratic air of the lieutenant colonel from the Red Demon Special Forces—who had come to pay them a New Year’s call, and whose bearing attested to years of rigorous etiquette training—seemed to have been worn away.

Qingyu and Chen Yuniang both covered Zhao Qiqi’s mouth at once, simultaneously making a gesture for silence.

Yet Zhu Yun, the newlywed son-in-law, had kept his promises to her, and his attitude toward Yun Niang was reassuring.

There was no suitable open space nearby, and as the coachman spoke, his shifty eyes darted all over the grand carriage, scrutinizing it from top to bottom, front to back.

A general leading the Jin cavalry, who was besieging fifty deadly archers, was now both furious and terrified, roaring in anger.

Li Cunxiao charged at the front, swinging a pitch-black iron cudgel, knocking one Turkic horseman after another from their saddles.

The seats around the first floor were already filled, and everyone listened intently—no one whispered or exchanged words.

But Zhao Chanyang was no ordinary man. He would never give up so easily. He leapt onto the city wall, sword flashing, launching a fierce assault on the surrounding centaur warriors.

Aside from the bystanders enjoying the spectacle, there were also some overcome with grief, harboring deep hatred toward Sima Yu and Zhao Qiqi.

She had improved this letter-worm; its presence should be undetectable now. Still, it remained unchangeable that a host was required.

Secluded again? And for two days already! No wonder he hadn’t contacted her—so he was in seclusion again?

“What’s this about acting first and reporting later?” Nan Liumo narrowed his eyes, intent on getting answers before dragging the culprit out for punishment.

“Ruoruo! Han Corporation is in your hands now—you built it with such effort. Are you really going to let it be destroyed?” Liu Mingshu suddenly changed his expression, speaking loudly.

A streak of fire sliced through the air, bursting across the sky. The next second, with a muffled thud, the ground shook and a cloud of dust billowed, only to vanish in an instant. Then, in a different spot, another burst of flame flared up.

Sun Wukong used the Great Yu Divine Needle to scoop the moon from the sea’s depths? The fish tribe fell into total disarray, the turbulent waves soaring! The four Dragon Kings soared to the heavens to lodge their complaints with the Jade Emperor! The Jade Emperor declared that the Great Sage Equal to Heaven had already escaped the Three Realms and was beyond the Five Elements! In those days, his havoc in the heavenly court alarmed even the Buddha! He was then crushed beneath Five Elements Mountain for five hundred years?

“Yes! There are many people by the lake, and someone even tossed a rope to Old Lu, but he failed to catch it,” Fang Zhengwu said, his words tinged with regret.