Volume One, Chapter 53: Fierce Reproach! A Warning to Yun Qianqian—You Are Not Qualified

No dia do divórcio, toda a mansão do Duque implorou meu perdão Jiang Mo Tian 1247 words 2026-08-05 06:13:58

Upon hearing the words, Jiang Yutang felt as if his heart had been twisted like a wrung towel, aching unbearably.

The other voice continued to speak.

“If you truly care about Lord Jiang, find a way to pull some strings above. Otherwise, if his wound worsens, it might even threaten his life...”

The previous owner of the courtyard was said to be a wealthy landlord of the area. After his son moved to the capital to seek his fortune, the courtyard was sold, but the land remained, rented out to tenant farmers, providing a steady source of income each year.

After Liuying withdrew, Jun Wuyue stayed in the courtyard, patiently waiting. Soon, he noticed a spotted snake swaggering past him, heading toward the grass.

“That’s Snowball, my friend,” Ye Tong said with a smile, patting the snake’s back affectionately.

Gongsun Liang sighed deeply, watching Lu Chen and Luo Xian’er clash fiercely once more, as if even the mighty river Hengliu itself was being blocked. His heart was filled with complex emotions.

However, Ye Tong had no money to buy supplies. She planned to venture into the Cold Mountain to gather medicinal herbs and try her hand at alchemy. This way, she could practice refining pills, sell the medicines or herbs to earn money, and also train her combat skills against the wild beasts there—a plan that was beneficial on multiple fronts.

Hua Jian laughed, “Alright, I’ll go left. Wei Ge, you take the right.” With a strange call, he flew off. Zhang Wei followed suit and took to the sky.

Many promissory notes, exchanged across multiple regions, evolved into bank-issued credit instruments akin to paper money—essentially early forms of checks and the prototypes of silver notes often depicted in dramas.

Lowering his head in melancholy as he sipped the tea brought by the soldier, a sudden burst of laughter echoed loudly from outside, reverberating through the air.

“You’re lying! Once, when you were drunk, you told me yourself that you saw how my sister died. You said she died, but my brother-in-law escaped the siege and vanished!” Gu Ruyu exclaimed.

Yet, Li Yun Zong, who had become utterly blinded by greed, continued to pursue his reckless plans unabated, completely unaware of the faint murderous aura spreading below.

But how could Boss Song, always shrewd in business, possibly spend thirty thousand taels of silver on a trump card? Had he gone mad?

“Commander, what about the Iron Bull’s side? They’re still fighting fiercely and might be counting on our support!” Huang Ju, who had also received the news, expressed some opposition. In his view, aiding the Iron Bull’s victory was far more important than encircling the mere few thousand Wu Heng cavalry.

If it weren’t for that incident, I would have taken you wherever we went. But returning will surely bring consequences. The best I can do is keep you out of it and spare you the worry.

Seeing Cang Yuzi’s resentful gaze, Liu Konghuan smiled awkwardly. Just now, Cang Yuzi was almost taken out by his sudden ambush, causing an uproar among the onlookers who thought he had turned to dark magic. If not for the timely intervention of the Moon Spirit, he would likely have been overwhelmed by the others.

He was too lazy to listen. If you want to get anything from these carters, it might be easier to ask the dead.

The return of the TPC Martian fleet could not be hidden from the Ruin Summoning Entity. Root Ruin Angel Zog had already made plans. Since the two most troublesome Ultramen on Earth had been dealt with, the four warships should be eliminated as well, to prevent humanity from making a comeback.

Clear and bright eyes, delicate brows arched like a bow, long lashes trembling slightly, flawless pale skin tinged with a soft blush, and thin lips like tender flower petals—all combined to form a graceful and refined visage.

Upon discovering Hikari this time, Lin Chong recalled the Ultraking’s earlier instructions: if Bogaru met an ill fate and was killed, what would become of Hikari? Perhaps creating a Bogaru to vent Hikari’s emotions was a good idea. Suddenly, a promising thought dawned in Lin Chong’s mind.