The little bird deliberately showed off in front of her.
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Liu Yi was still indulging in the delightful thought of becoming stronger. Though she hadn’t advanced in rank, she found herself chuckling quietly at the idea. In the clash between the two armies, the moment she appeared, a fierce killing aura swept across the battlefield like a raging flood, engulfing everything in its path... Roar, roar, roar—just as she was happily dreaming, a rich aroma of food wafted in, making her mouth water. It turned out that Little Feng had already started cooking and the dish was about to be served. Spotting the grand dish of braised pork hock in rock sugar, she smiled like a mischievous kitten caught stealing a treat. But once the excitement faded, the mention of the tens of thousands of soldiers who had died unjustly, as Xu Xiang had spoken of, weighed heavily on her heart. Seeing Han Jinghong willing to cooperate, Chang Huan happily hugged him tightly and rewarded him with a tender kiss. The enemy was retreating while fighting, and Ji Changfeng had no intention of forcing them to stay. After all, considering the terrain here, even with the current advantage, there was no certainty he could hold them all in place. Just as Miaoyu had left Miaochang, he was already burning with anger and turned toward the cave where Miaofa was secluded. He couldn’t understand what had gone wrong—online it was said this way of confessing was thrilling and persuasive, so why was his family member not moved at all?
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After expressing her gratitude, Si Yunqi noticed an empty seat behind Xia Wanning and quietly took a place there. Wu Yuxin could hardly believe the strange sensation she had just felt; she was eager to confirm it. Xiong Chumo set out on his mission equipped with weapons and gear, naturally preparing for all contingencies by bringing along some spare items. It seemed the faction behind him had been scheming for years to deal with him, even bribing Zhan Fengti. However, this time when she went out, she deliberately left the surveillance mirror in the space for the Spirit of the Sunflower Water. Unfortunately, Wang Shouchao was not one to enjoy lodging with others, nor did he like troubling people, so he politely declined Yan Nanxiong’s offer. Fu Shu gave orders, and from among the rebels emerged a man who kicked the long sword from Abutai’s hand to the side, the blade striking the ground with a crisp sound. In the past, the distant emperor treated the He family merely as a backdrop, but things had changed—now, if the Three Festivals and Two Birthdays were not observed properly, it was unthinkable. Even on weekends, the elders’ commands had to be heeded, and Miao Ran felt the pressure for the first time. This was partly because Chang Li had only used certain methods, and partly because not many had truly seen Xie Ying in person. Xian Si did not say more, instead burying her head in Qi Jingyao’s arms, crying with deep grievance. The explanation from Long Wu was unnecessary—everyone was careful to maintain their reputation and naturally wouldn’t confront the Qin royal mansion directly.
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Xie Ying and Qi Feng found the situation somewhat absurd. If they wanted revenge, would they really act openly? If they truly planned something, the young man would never have gotten hold of what was in his possession. He wanted to ask for her forgiveness and to have her believe in him. He longed to tell her that after marriage, he would treat her well and never let her suffer any injustice. As for Fang Jinju, he felt nothing but disgust—there was no love involved; it was all her own wishful thinking. Now that he knew the assassin’s deployment, Qin Yun was naturally confident. The only real trouble might be the two Ninth-Rank Martial Saints—such powerful figures were beyond his ability to confront, especially with Xiao Yu, the Sixth Young Master, by their side; he dared not take the risk. For the Imatas people, as long as the flames did not reach themselves, that was enough. As for the fate of the slaves, who cared? “Xuanyuan Hengshang, are you alright?” Liu Ming appeared and immediately sensed something was wrong. It was the first time he had seen Xuanyuan Hengshang lose her temper, her killing intent unmistakably fierce. As the oppressive aura dissipated, Lin Yue felt a warm current strengthening his body—clearly, it was because of the tea he had just drunk. Facing Shitou’s cold question filled with killing intent, Zhu Jiangping knew that the Iron Monkey must have revealed everything he knew before dying; any concealment now would only lead to a dead end.