Chapter 89: A Battle to the Death

“Little Brother Jiang Chen, I am setting out tomorrow. Tonight... why not let your sister keep you company for the night?”

When the meeting ended, the many senior members of the Jiang family rose to their feet, bowed respectfully, and left the conference room one after another.

Su Luoxue cast a sidelong glance at Chu Qingcheng, who sat upright and proper, then smiled at Jiang Chen beside her. Her lithe body seemed almost to press against his, and her breath was sweet as orchids...

“All right, Uncle, take care.” After seeing Physician Zheng off, Zihan went to examine the emperor’s condition, and all that remained was for the Imperial Kitchen to prepare the medicinal meal according to what she had written in her letter. She wondered whether her sister had delivered the letter into Qing Jin’s hands.

After a brief hesitation, Bai Qi unexpectedly took eight level-six beast cores from his spatial ring.

Rommel was a very perceptive man, with an instinct for danger far sharper than that of ordinary people. So even though the young man before him looked plain and frail, he still felt a profound sense of threat from him, more dangerous even than Tyson from before.

Like stirring music, teaching people how to fall asleep; unnamed perfume, a suffocating specter; sharp high heels, how many hearts they have shattered; brows like curved blades, guarding your secret garden.

In the end, this could be considered revenge for the innocent who had died in the High Priest’s residence. Yet no one had expected that, at the very last moment before his death, that fellow would use all his strength to secretly activate a hidden mechanism somewhere in the stone chamber.

Jin Yi lay on his back upon a neatly spread bedsheet. On his entire body, the only thing still wrapped tightly around him was that platinum-colored bellyband; beyond that, there was nothing else. His breathing was heavy and rapid. His originally bronze-toned skin had taken on a faint blush of peach, his chest muscles rose in hard swellings, and thick, densely packed veins stood out sharply.

She knew that during the days she had lain sick in bed, he had still kept Du Ruyin high above the world, admired by all, and had continued to have Chun Yuyi tend his princess consort’s pulse and pregnancy.

“This... this immortal officer, this junior has come from the Western Sea and has only just arrived in this Eastern Peak city. I truly do not know the rules here, and I beg Your Excellency to forgive me.” Jin Yi clasped his hands in salute and bowed slightly toward the leader.

Seeing everyone, who had originally worn gloomy expressions, suddenly brighten with excitement, Wen Wan could only let out a helpless bitter smile. Indeed, such treatment could truly be called bringing glory to one’s ancestors. On the viewing platform, aside from the foreign delegations, every single person present was a top official of the central government of China; that was nothing less than a symbol of status.

“Third Prince’s Consort, you are so ruthless!” Zhen Yu behind me let out a shrill cry, then flung herself forward without regard for anything and clung to me tightly.

The beggar’s hair was a tangled mess like a clump of dead grass. Perhaps because he often went hungry, his face looked somewhat sallow, and his body was much thinner than an ordinary person’s.

If it were a rabbit, even though it would eat meat when it was desperate with hunger, it would still injure its digestive system and upset its stomach.

At the same time, his large hand groped back and forth at Li Feng’s waist, and a mischievous smile flashed in his eyes.

Along both sides of the road gathered many low courtyard houses. Some seemed to be lived in, others meant for training; their uses varied.

Han Yang swung himself onto his horse and charged out of the camp. He had not yet seen the person, but he had already heard his voice; unexpectedly, he even knew him.

Yet from the shape of Zhang the Empress Dowager’s lips, Li Feng could tell what she had not spoken aloud: people of this era.

Without waiting for Tao Mingye to speak, she bit open her fingertip and smeared a little blood onto the white part of the bedsheet.

Sure enough, Bai Yuan had already emerged under the escort of several Dark Scale Guards, and he too was searching for her figure.

Because the capital was too far away, Xiao Changyun and the others were unable to enter the city that night and instead stayed at an estate.

It was formed by the merger of Houchuan Liu Family Gelao, Shagedu Village, and the natural village of Thirty-Li Inn a little farther ahead.