Chapter 74: The Wan Family Has Returned

The Wan family returned, no longer in the disheveled state in which they had left. They came back radiant and imposing, exuding pride and confidence. Along with them returned Wan Yu and Wang Zheng. Their arrival sent the entire commune into an uproar, especially the Li family.

“So you dare come back? You little bastard, let’s see how I’ll deal with you!” Butcher Li brandished his butcher’s knife and charged at Wang Zheng.

Wang Zheng’s first instinct was to duck and run, but Wan Yu shot him a glance that made him freeze in place.

After today, the story of the Prefect of Jingzhao being cuckolded would surely become the favorite topic of gossip among the people of Jinling.

He quickly wiped the smile from his face, glanced at Nie Zhengming, who stood in the center surveilling them, and then walked straight past.

The magistrate, left with no other choice, reported to the governor, who then dispatched troops into the mountains to search. Later, Gao Zhuoguang killed fifteen soldiers before he was finally captured due to being outnumbered.

“You are truly interesting. Where do you come from? What is your name?” Lin Pingzhi turned around.

It was well known that, ordinarily, a cultivator at the third level of Nascent Soul stage would be no match for a peak fourteenth-rank great demon in direct combat; in most cases, it was the human cultivator who would perish.

High above the sky, two mighty auras surged closer and closer. One was cold as frost and snow, chilling the heavens wherever it passed, setting off a heavy snowfall. The other was a wild, frenzied sword intent, which transformed the very spiritual energy of the air into countless sword energies.

Lady Han had Qin Yilian recount the situation again. Biliangren frequently interjected to express her disagreement or correct her, but this did not hinder Lady Han from understanding the matter.

So, upon hearing the Oathbreaker’s words, Ji Qianqin pondered deeply, thinking that perhaps this person was somehow similar to herself, and to Li Jingwen.

But now, things were different. El had already acknowledged him. Even without any exchange, Bai Ling could still follow El’s will into her domain.

His Majesty had instructed that, unless commanded by Your Highness, the two of us were not to meet with outsiders. However, that day, Your Highness was absent, and we were left in the residence of Prince Ji. When Prince Ji summoned us, how could we refuse?

The Prince of the North, upon hearing her question, could not help but shoot her a glare. He turned and rummaged through the secret compartment, selecting several reports that had recently arrived from the capital, and tossed them to his wife to read.

In the courtyard, there were artificial rockeries, a lotus pond, covered walkways, and a row of east wing rooms with blue tiles and vermilion eaves. Combined with bamboo, crabapple trees, and other low-lying, nameless shrubs, it was practically a small garden in itself.

He and Ah Qing had been close friends for years, and since Sultan was Ah Qing’s husband, the Emperor and Empress, having saved Sultan, would naturally not ignore matters concerning her.

For several days in a row, Fu Yumeng continued to provoke Xi Jinyang, whose reactions grew more intense—his brows knit ever tighter, and his hands occasionally clenched.

A medium-sized van arrived. Aside from the driver, only a chubby fellow got out. He immediately produced a form and asked Old Qi to sign.

As soon as the restriction was lifted, that girl Manman ran off to the imperial gardens to gather flower petals for her mistress’s bath. But in truth, it was just an excuse to show off.

By now, everyone must have known that she’d somehow brought back a gravely injured man, which could hardly be considered improper.

No one saw that, at that very moment, Bai Hongyi and Mo Qianhan both breathed sighs of relief. Yun Ye, too, wiped the cold sweat from her brow and gave Zhu Siyun a grateful look—fortunately, she admired General Su, or else…the consequences would have been unthinkable.

The two of them walked along North Street, surrounded by an air of unease that made Su Jin pause. The mournful sound of weeping slowly spiraled around them: the nobles at their games, the poor struggling to survive.

Her entire being radiated a wild energy, like lightning before a raging storm. Yet, despite the storminess in her eyes, her bearing remained elegant—every gesture still that of a royal princess, even more so than most, possessing a contradictory but striking beauty.