Chapter 62: The Fate of a Servant Who Betrays the Master

If the authorities were allowed to handle the matter, the Ji family's theft of their daughter-in-law's property would be exposed.
Wouldn't the hard-earned reputation of the Ji family be ruined in an instant?

"Gu Hai?" he murmured, walking slowly into the study room. He had little interaction with the students in the academy, and coupled with their different academic progress, Gu Hai was not a particularly prominent student, leaving him with virtually no impression.

"Hehe! Don't look at me like that. Is living here supposed to make someone an extraordinary figure?" Qin Yi scratched the back of his head, grinning as he asked.

Under the circumstances where both the sovereign and his ministers intentionally fostered such an image, Fang Jing's retirement was met with exceptionally generous rewards. At the end of last year, Ye Mingjing had already bestowed upon Fang Jing the honorary title of Grand Tutor of the Heir Apparent, making his departure from office look exceedingly graceful on the surface. The financial rewards were equally lavish, allowing Fang Jing to make a glorious exit from the historical stage that belonged to him.

Han Bangchui steadied his nerves, pulled his cousin down to sit beside him, and the gazes sweeping in from all directions chilled him to the bone.

Wang Qi could not help but choke back a breath, thinking that this nephew of his was indeed a fine military talent, but unfortunately, his political acumen was far too simplistic. On the other hand, having floundered and struggled in the imperial court for decades, he himself had long since seen through such petty tricks with crystal clarity.

The appearance of the Pleiades did not strike Ye as exaggerated at all. However, according to previous settings, the one who served by the side of the King of the Undead should have been the butler Sebas—of course, Ye had personally reassigned Sebas to other duties.

When the two of them arrived beneath the main trunk at the highest peak of the island, Ningxiang pointed ahead at a patch of space that was severely distorted, and said to Qin Yi.

Only then did Han Xin recall that there was indeed such a provision in the Qin legal code: if the commanding general died in battle, his personal attendants were to be executed, so as to prevent attendants from failing to risk their lives to protect the general. He thought that if that were the case, this dog's fate was now tightly bound to his own. This could actually be utilized; it could even count as his very first trusted confidant here.

Xiao Yan helplessly scratched his head, wondering whose bad side he had gotten on. Waking up early in the morning only to receive such a fierce scolding, and ending up pleasing no one from any side.

If Hu Biao could truly acquire the intelligence needed by the Military Statistics Bureau, he believed the Bureau would not refuse such cooperation and trade. Conversely, for Hu Biao's side, maintaining a good relationship with the Military Statistics Bureau would also help secure greater convenience and intelligence support for future operations.

Perhaps driven by some romanticized obsession with soldiers in their hearts, as soon as one wave of enthusiasm died down, others continued to step forward.

After a journey of four hours, the group arrived at Mo Village at the hour of Hai. The last time they came, Mo Village had been in this same deathly still state, and at night, it looked even more ghastly. Although Gaoyang was a full half-head taller than Zuoming, he was so terrified that he clung tightly to Zuoming's arm.

Bu Tian said unhurriedly, "Very well, but I would like to ask you about the preliminary examination results from your forensic doctor."

Lu Chen instantly changed direction, rushed toward the storage ring, and then grabbed it with a large hand, pulling it into his grasp.

Without a doubt, during the recent exchange between the two parties, he had held a massive advantage from beginning to end. However, there was no helping it; their strengths were evenly matched. When Gu Chen truly intended to risk his life against him, the vast advantages held by Xu Xiao vanished into thin air in an instant.

Shattering yet another ball of light, which still contained a Heaven-grade martial art technique, Lu Chen furrowed his brow slightly. Then, his figure flashed as he dashed furiously toward the depths.

The morning breeze was chilly and thin. Xi Ruobai was dressed in the disciple uniform of Mengling, with his hair tied by a jade crown and a white autumn garment draped over his body. His towering figure of eight feet set off his refined grace, making him extraordinarily handsome. Although the passing servants were already accustomed to their young master's demeanor, they could still not help a sigh of admiration.