Chapter 59: The Scoundrel Lives a Thousand Years

This sudden declaration caught everyone completely off guard.

Especially Pei'er; although she knew Song Qiao's condition was far from optimistic, she had never imagined that her mistress might not live to see tomorrow's sun.

"Impossible! The medicine the Young Madam takes has always been brewed by my own hands, there is no way anything could be wrong with it. Did you make a mistake?"

Agitated, Pei'er stepped forward and grabbed the imperial physician's arm, demanding that he take Song Qiao's pulse once more.

By the time Chen Long arrived in Jizhou, it happened to be during the honeymoon period between Tian Yu and Liu Bei. Moreover, Tian Feng was either a close friend or a relative of Tian Yu. With such a prime opportunity to stir up the political landscape, how could Chen Long possibly let it slip through his fingers?

A beam of fierce light struck Ye Yi directly, and he let out a miserable shriek, nearly plummeting from the sky. Casting a look filled with bitter hatred toward Yehuang City, he abruptly doubled his speed and vanished into the horizon in the blink of an eye.

Wen Xi was also a clever person and naturally understood the subtext of Chen Long's words. Yet, in these turbulent times, carrying the heavy responsibility of reviving the Southern Forest Sword Sect, it seemed he could not remain an aloof bystander. The senior before him possessed extraordinary power and a righteous aura—could he truly trust him?

Neither bird nor fowl, yet it has no nest; neither bee nor wasp, yet it leaves few stings; neither moth nor butterfly, it loests the dead of night; more enchanting than any butterfly, yet elusive to the sight.

When Huo Lingfeng and Zhuang Qingqing finally returned home, they found Lu Shuangshuang and Huo Yuanzhen chatting merrily on the sofa.

Diplomacy was always a matter of grave importance. Seeing Gongsun Yan's solemn expression, Wang Yongji and Li Hong paused and stepped aside to yield their positions to him.

He never expected that it would be Daoist Master Huang. At the time, he had merely offended the man and caused him to lose face during a rain-seeking ritual. Was that enough for this wretch to resort to such venomous methods to murder him?

Grandpa Mu's courtyard also seemed to have more servants about than usual. Upon catching sight of her, they all looked startled and flustered.

At that moment, Huo Sinian thought of her grandfather. Gazing at Huo Tong, she pleaded with him earnestly.

Luo Tong felt his heart leap, but ultimately cast aside this tempting suggestion. This was large-scale warfare, not special operations; while poisoning might yield slightly better results, it would defeat the purpose of training the troops.

"Little sister Hudie is getting married tomorrow?" Xiao Ling asked at this point, though he could already sense that this marriage was far from simple.

This whole affair traced back to Ye Jiutian's kind encouragement that day. The fact that Shi Mu was exceptionally skilled at playing Diaochan was practically known to the entire production crew.

These words fell like a pebble into a tranquil pool, tearing open a jagged breach in the eerie, oppressive silence. Terrified, everyone instinctively glanced upward, only to spot a drone hovering in the sky not far away.

The tension that had kept her tightly wound suddenly snapped, and a wave of overwhelming grief left her utterly unable to control her emotions.

Could Professor Shi possibly hold up a photograph of Lin Zhao and curse at it three times a day like clockwork?

The mere thought of regaining consciousness and hearing what Mo Qi had said to him upon waking filled him with fury. Ignoring the agony wracking his body, he forced himself out of bed and out of the room, only to see her struck down by a single blow, tumbling toward the ground.

Just as Ye Xi was at her wit's end, the main hall grew lively once more. Judging by the commotion, it sounded as though the Second Island Master had returned.

Before coming here, he had rolled up his sleeves, fully intending to subject Meng Li to every imaginable humiliation just to vent his frustrations for Yang Haoxing.

Furthermore, the blows landed by his opponent did not cause ordinary pain; rather, it felt as though the agony was piercing straight into his marrow.

Then, taking a single step as he landed, Chu Jingzhe closed the distance to Zhao Yannian instantly. With a mere strike of his elbow to Zhao's chest, Zhao Yannian crashed to the ground like a sack of torn rags. The man who had been utterly arrogant upon landing was left sprawled on the earth, unable to get back up after just a few breaths.

At the dead of night, Zhu Pingjin, Liao Daheng, and their entourage crossed the floating bridge at Nanjinjuan on the Jialing River under the escort of the He clan members and estate guards, and took garrison in Langzhong City.