Chapter 44: Luo Cheng’s Scheme

Shanpao was easy to talk to and promised to handle things quickly.

Since they were already there, Shanpao pulled Wanshun aside to discuss the land. “I’ve had someone look at that plot. The location is indeed good, and I haven’t heard of any redevelopment plans. The price is very low. But if there were to be redevelopment, it would cost a fortune—far more than the land price itself. Just building a road would be a huge expense. And precisely because there’s no redevelopment plan, I don’t feel confident enough to make a move. Girl, give your uncle a clear answer.”

The Ninth Prince held himself aloof, a sense of superiority radiating from him, as though he meant to vent all the frustration he’d harbored these years under the shadow of Chu Feng’s brilliance.

After waving the people above the deep well away, Chen Ziyang continued to observe every change in the stone pillar and the stone disc. By now, the groove on the pillar had returned to its original state, suggesting that all his blood had been taken in by the disc.

Her expression cleared, and she could hardly believe she’d indulged in such shameless fantasies. She felt her undergarments uncomfortably damp and dared not look at Liu Xie again, as if afraid he’d somehow discover the secret in her heart.

He watched coldly, noticing a sly smile playing at Wang Dian’s lips. From all his actions, it seemed Wang Dian was deliberately provoking the Chu family, perhaps even hoping they’d act. Whether the Chu clan won or lost, they would not escape disaster.

The county magistrate was both alarmed and enraged, unable to defend himself, for control of the patrol battalion had always rested with both County Captain Cao and Magistrate Miao.

The Demon Emperor had arrived uninvited, while the kings of the vassal states—who had been formally invited—had not come to offer congratulations or goodwill. In that instant, Chu Feng understood: it was the Demon Emperor stirring up trouble from the shadows.

The Hao Army’s soldiers all rode fine steeds, their speed leaving the Xianbei cavalry trailing far behind. In just moments, they’d outpaced their pursuers by two or three miles.

Daina struggled fiercely. Though she’d known from the moment Helian Chun appeared that she was already marked for death, her pride would not let her yield so easily in her heart.

“Jiang Wei,” with a single gesture, Jiang Wei felt a thunderous force envelop him as the space around him shifted, and he suddenly found himself in a grand hall.

“Yue’er, you’re awake. We’ve already entered the Mo family’s Mechanism City,” Duanmu Rong said softly, noticing Yue’er had awakened in her arms.

Unnoticed, a cluster of tents appeared ahead. Behind them was a fenced enclosure, where the returning cattle and sheep roamed. From afar, they looked like white sails drifting on green waves.

Su Yao rubbed her fingers expressionlessly, then picked up the original owner’s phone and checked the time: three in the morning.

“All right,” Bai Xiao nodded calmly. Now that she’d taken the name “Bai Xiaoxiao,” the old nickname “Xiaoxiao” had lost its intimacy, no longer just a pet name from family.

He’d been extremely cautious at the time, even considering eliminating Yu Chen then and there, maintaining the utmost vigilance. Yet Yu Chen remained unruffled, as if nothing concerned him at all.

Three days later, Huang Chiyan and his companions were hiding in a secluded mountain cave. Their strength was no match for the other geniuses in the Infernal Realm.

Talos looked at her expression, feeling his lips curve up with hers in a faint, involuntary smile.

A murderous light shone on Huang Chiyan’s face; if he wanted to forge an imperial legacy, he had to learn to conquer all around him.

In a previous life, the Prince of Zhendong had gone to the frontier, easily reclaimed lost territory, and was granted the title of Grand General upon his return, instantly outshining her father, the Prince of Pinnan.

After leaving the camp, Shui Longyan mounted her horse, only for Mo Silian to vault up behind her, enclosing her in his arms.

Her eyes might have averted, but her hands were honest, holding Meng Qinghuan tightly in her embrace, warm lips pressing down.

Qi Lei’s deep gaze swept over her, the curve of his lips growing more pronounced. He pulled a chair over and sat down at her bedside.