(131) The Puppy's Child Bride

“I advise you all not to choose to act foolishly while I am still willing to reason, only to demand reason from me once my temper flares.”

Liu Yi set down the rice with a stern little face.

She was clearly mimicking Xiao Feng’s cold, intimidating expression, yet her delicate and charming features made her attempt at fierce look utterly ineffective.

There were many disaster victims, and with many people came many disputes.

The greedy ones sought to seize the opportunity to rob travelers on the road.

“Take out their gunners,” Lai Lian of the next room ordered his subordinates. During the next lull in the bombardment, the gun teams of Hongyuan Temple all aimed at several clustered Oda family gunners beneath the city. After a volley, the foremost Oda gun lines suffered heavy losses immediately.

As she slowly opened her eyes, everything around her felt profoundly unfamiliar—things she had never seen before—and a sudden panic gripped her heart.

Apart from the times she had seen Emperor Bei Chen feign sorrow, this was the first time Baili Hongzhuang truly witnessed the emperor’s genuine grief.

Thinking there was nothing urgent to attend to, he leisurely made his way to the heart of the battle. The waves of conflict spreading outward seemed to pass through him as if he didn’t exist, incapable of inflicting him any harm.

Wang Yang plucked one and ate it, finding not only a superb taste but also a surge of strength flooding his body, his fatigue vanishing entirely.

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Had he been honest, he would have simply said, like the Sixth Prince, “Just as our elder brothers think,” and that would have been the end of it. But Sun Zhen was not that kind; when no one had mentioned the rumors earlier, he chose to speak up.

One could only say her cousin considered herself unlucky, having stirred such a troublesome romantic entanglement in her search for a wealthy husband.

Sure enough, the meeting originally scheduled for a quarter past noon kept being delayed until two minutes past the late afternoon hour, all to wait for the tardy Maeda Keiji.

“Stop beating around the bush. What exactly is the matter?” Yu Qiuping shoved a few more bites of rice into his mouth and urged impatiently.

Through the crack in the door, I saw that arm again—yes, just an arm, lacking any body support, suspended midair, its knuckles curled as it lightly tapped on the door panel, once, then again.

Xie Hengwu called out loudly, almost shouting with anger. Everyone was stunned, their gazes darting around, searching to identify the audacious culprit.

Roaring and howling, unleashing the dense, viscous bitterness within, Nie Biao writhed madly, struggling with all his might.

Yet no one noticed that behind their conversation, a man silently emerged from beside the large tree.

Though there was a gap between rich and poor, ordinary people still possessed the right to survive; in certain respects, everyone was equal. Common folk could eat their fill and live in safety.

One must accept one’s limitations; as long as the state owed Qin Chuan money, Qin Chuan would live without worry. Punishments did not apply to nobles, nor to Qin Chuan.

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No matter how cunning Wu Meiniang’s methods were, they appeared laughably futile before Li Shimin and Qin Chuan.

Within the fairyland, the mortal fairy, earth fairy, and heavenly fairy seemed like foundations laid for the realms yet to come.

She would rather have this family harshly scold her than have them defend her in such a way—what right did she have to deserve their protection?

The afternoon sunlight streamed through the window, falling on the boy’s profile. His face, as beautiful as jade adorned with a crown, bore a faintly indifferent expression, a slight smile creeping at the corners of his brows.

Most importantly, Kato Nana herself did not feel even a hint of anger; instead, she felt quite excited.

Because when all fifteen of them struck together, even with poor coordination, an unstable formation, and little time to arrange,

Miao Kedi, disheartened and despondent, barely registered a word of the teacher’s speech, allowing the teacher to scold and strike her at will.

“Something to say?” Yun Moyu sat back down, waiting for his explanation. After two minutes passed without a word from Xiao Kuang, Yun Moyu rolled her eyes and rose to wash the dishes. Before she could run the water, she felt a sudden warmth at her back. What was he about to do?