Chapter 67: Terrifying Strength

“Of course!”
In the dining hall, as Jiang Chen finished speaking, Ye Changqing didn’t hesitate at all but smiled and nodded in agreement: “This is naturally the best way. If it allows you to place your trust in the Ye family, then I, Ye Changqing, will entrust my life and death to you—what does it matter?”

Though Ye Changqing appeared calm and unruffled at this moment, he...

“I’m so heartbroken... I don’t even stand a chance.” Voices of complaint echoed endlessly.

Just moments ago, He Dapao had been panting heavily, even groaning, but now he suddenly fell silent.

Seizing the opportunity, Yu Sheng and his companions slipped back the following night to begin their operation.

Ou Zanghua divided them into two groups: Chen Mengji led seventeen people into Qingning Palace’s imperial estate to assist Bu Erwa.

Old Li sighed inwardly. Clearly, Ou Zanghua’s story was meant to warn people not to be distracted by beauty, to keep their hearts steadfast—how had it turned into a tool for mutual attack?

Qian Qianyi immediately understood. Zhao Shuijiao must have settled the soldiers and their families according to military organization. Listening to Zhou, the local commander, it seemed the highest rank here was a thousand-household leader—but was it a thousand people or a thousand families?

Faced with Lin Dong’s provocation, Wu Kaijin could not bear such anger. He had already made up his mind: no matter how arrogant Lin Dong was now, he would soon suffer miserably.

After Tubahei left, Tianqi received an envoy from the Duyan tribe’s chief, Subude. To Duyan’s envoy, Tianqi spoke candidly.

“Yi, you and Yu’er should return to Jinling for a visit in a month,” Jinling Ao said, taking advantage of Nangong Lin Yi’s departure to voice his wish.

Sesame, hiding outside the door, turned her head slightly but didn’t move. After all, no one was going to die—her father was a measured man! Thinking this, she closed the door behind her.

Sikong Yanfei watched Han Yue slowly bow her head, neither thanking him nor showing joy; her expression grew cold.

Tie Rou and Wen Ruixiu heard it as well. At that moment, Tie Rou was in Wen Ruixiu’s backyard, listening to beauties sing and play music, when a girl came running in, vividly describing the scene to Tie Rou.

He couldn’t even manage his own affairs now. Whenever Shadow intervened, he told us not to meddle, just to wait for their good news. This moved us even more—after all, being kept out of it made us safer.

Qu Xiaoxiao asked, “Why aren’t they fighting inside?” She temporarily set aside her persuasion of two clients and followed outside. But when she heard Fan Shengmei explaining the situation to Andy, she returned.

“To die without burial”—I think my mother used that phrase a bit severely, but her fear isn’t surprising. Considering the wicked things Lin Rongshen has done, he’d have every reason to tear us apart.

I want to howl at the sky, then turn this melodramatic story into a script and make a movie—it would surely be a hit.

It’s a story about growing up. Andy and Sister Fan definitely have to be at the forefront. Their age and experience speak for themselves, especially Andy—she’s about to become a mother. How could she not mature?

Later, her mood felt sweet as honey from a box of lollipops. She forgot all about her phone and computer; she spent almost the entire night cuddling it, not even remembering when she fell asleep in bed.

Andy wasn’t keen on dining with Qu Xiaoxiao’s friends, but since the fish restaurant was tasty and right on the roadside, she strolled over, intending to eat at her own table.

Qin Lian’er certainly knew why the family head and elders had suddenly changed their attitude toward Qin Ke.

At the other end of the phone, she smashed her cup forcefully, but her rival, Zi Xin, remained unmoved.