Chapter 146 The Backup Plan

"Your Highness, why have you come here?" Xu Fenglai asked with a smile.
"I am leaving for Northern Yan tomorrow, so I came by to see you all," Ye Cheng replied.
"You needn't worry about us, Your Highness. Most of us have already relocated to Puyang Town on the outskirts of the capital," Xu Fenglai said.
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"This is a thermal-sensitive pressure bomb. It requires something with the exact temperature of a human body to press down on it in order to maintain its balance," Chu Yan said in a cold voice.
With that, she applied some medicine to the wound on Qiao Zhi's face and continued, "If Liu'er hadn't been worried and come to check on you, you'd still be running around outside! Oh, but Liu'er has been quite attentive today; she did a good job knowing to care for her younger sister." Hearing Madam Zhang's words, Qiao Liu immediately shrank back behind the door, wishing only to diminish her own presence.
Jiang Han instantly glared at Wu Qing, inwardly cursing his subordinates for their incompetence. How could they let such a blunder happen when all he was asked to do was arrange a banquet?
Upon entering the hall, Shen Xi found the space relatively cramped—or rather, a scaled-down version of the Palace of Earthly Tranquility. It had all the ornate railings and painted beams, yet it lacked the luxury and extravagance of the Hall of Mental Cultivation or the Hall of Supreme Harmony. Everything appeared quite unpretentious and suited for a cozy domestic life.
Meanwhile, Gu Mofeng seemed exceedingly busy. Aside from occasionally exchanging a few words with Li Xiaohan, he spent most of his time occupied with his computer.
Having come from a later era, armed with historical accumulation and baptized by all sorts of bizarre and creative modern activities, he possessed a profound understanding of traps and scams in business practices. Consequently, the regulations he formulated were exceptionally rigorous.
Seeing the matchmaker talk herself hoarse and swallow continuously from a dry throat, Qiao Zhi very kindly poured her another cup of tea. The matchmaker beamed with joy the moment Qiao Zhi refilled her cup, expressed her thanks, raised the teacup, drained it in one gulp, and then wiped her mouth with her handkerchief.
Gu Mofeng clenched his palms as he looked at Li Xiaohan's retreating back. He wanted to explain, but a thousand words rose to his lips without a single one able to be spoken.
Zhang Yuan hurried out of Linqing Prefecture and headed south along the Grand Canal, preparing to rendezvous with Shen Xi and travel together to the disaster-stricken area.
"Comrade Manturov, having served as the Deputy People's Commissar for Defense for a few days now, have you encountered any problems in your work?" Shaposhnikov, who had just stepped down from the position of Deputy People's Commissar for Defense, inquired about work-related matters as soon as he arrived.
Cong Yi hoisted the county magistrate high into the air and hurled him down forcefully. The magistrate slammed heavily onto the ground, groaning as he curled up into the shape of a shrimp.
Having said that, I once again made my way to the side of the Crescent Teleportation Officer, relying on her to transport me back to the blacksmith shop.
I clicked on the summoned beast interface and found an empty slot in the upper left corner, directly placing the Oly Beast Saddle onto it.
After finishing my first cigarette and preparing to light a second, I heard the crisp, rhythmic sound of high heels clicking against the floor.
As Jiang Wei's voice faded, the two horses charged at each other simultaneously. Just as they met, the long spears in their hands swept horizontally from left to right at the same time, instantly producing a sharp sound of metallic collision. Engaging once more, the two engaged in a direct contest of brute strength. Although long spears were primarily designed for thrusting, their shafts could also be wielded like clubs to deliver sweeping strikes.
After lingering there for a moment, Jiang Feng heard a faint sound of footsteps approaching from behind, assuming it was Mu Qingying returning. Just as he turned his body around, a chill washed over his neck.
Yan Wushuang parted from him, and upon opening her eyes, what met her gaze was the enigmatic smile floating on the surface of his face.
After finishing her muttering, the cousin poured a glass of red wine, carried it over to sit on the observation balcony, and gazed out at the night view outside the window, lost in thought.
"Hmph! So what if they are the number one family in the world? In the face of our absolute strength, they are nothing more than ants! Right now, even the Eight-Winged Great Archangel, whose strength surpasses a Martial Sovereign by a hundred and eight thousand miles, has been utterly toyed with by me! How could the Zhuang family ever be a match for me?" Cong Yi said with a cold laugh.