Chapter 79: Truly Willing
After Ye Cheng left, Ling Xiaoyue couldn't help but let out a soft laugh, a faint smile blooming on her exquisitely beautiful face. Had Ye Cheng been present, he would surely have been stunned—for this smile was breathtaking beyond words.
A beauty that could topple kingdoms!
“What goes on in that fellow's head, coming up with so many clever ideas? His massage techniques are truly comfortable, but he's not exactly well-behaved. I wonder if he…”
After dinner, it was only eight in the evening, and Lin Yuan’ai still had not returned. Lin Shenshen sat in the living room, keeping Lin Old Madam company as they watched the evening’s financial news.
“Yes, I’d like to ask you for a favor.” Ye Qingcheng spoke directly, without any preamble.
Throughout the meal, Mu Zi’ang noticed which dishes Ye Qingcheng preferred and kept serving them to her without pause.
In fact, he had completely misjudged Su Daji. With the growth of his abilities, Su Daji no longer harbored any schemes against him. She had lost all interest in playing mind games.
When Cai Lin caught sight of that red silhouette, he immediately knew it was Zhang Mi. He hadn’t expected her to appear here. Overcome with excitement, he sprang to his feet, ready to go to her.
The Xuan Yang soldiers gripped their weapons tightly, their expressions tense. Everyone knew a great battle was about to begin.
The swan’s words made me even more sorrowful. To keep from crying, I chose instead to answer Qingqing’s question.
He hadn’t noticed the look of venomous resentment on Hu Gang’s face at the doorway, twisted and predatory, more beast than man.
She truly didn’t love Han Chengchi, but curiosity compelled her to browse through the details of Han Chengchi’s wedding.
Ever since he began controlling Xue Xiaoni, he realized that spiritual power could be used as a kind of eye. Now, to avoid alerting anyone, he could only rely on this ability to observe everything in the room.
Bu Cangqiong was sent off by his elders for treatment, but his injuries were mostly superficial, indicating Bai Yong’s precise control over his strength and his ease in this battle. As for any psychological trauma, that was not his concern.
Tao Yuming, feigning grief, rushed over to lift the white cloth and look at Bao Junyou’s remains. He brushed his eyes with the back of his hand, offered a silent salute, and then waved for the firefighters to carry away the stretcher.
The Fourth-Rank Crimson Flame had twice been expelled from the martial world, each time by the wielder of the Hidden Dragon Sword. Later, with the help of Blue Stone, they twice returned to the Eight Sects. The disciples of Crimson Flame harbored complex feelings toward the Hidden Dragon Sword and the reclusive experts of the martial world.
Those clan chiefs who distrusted the Han officials suggested aiding the rebel Han army to tie down the government forces—passive resistance, buying time day by day. It was preferable to a desperate struggle with the government troops in the Miao border forests.
“So, what if there are two countries? Would you be willing, for my sake, to disregard the boundaries between us?” Liu Yihua bowed his head, his voice soft as a whisper.
Yu Qian was a scholar-official aligned with the Prince of Yan, and his position inherently carried risks of uncertainty. This was why Zhang Ning had always remained wary. However, from another perspective, he saw that employing men from the Prince of Yan’s faction could be advantageous in steering the current situation.
Both fire and thunder were obstacles that consumed one's strength. Even if they were beneficial, only after one’s energy had recovered. It was like the weakness one feels after exercise—while training makes the body stronger, it also brings about enormous exhaustion immediately afterward.
At that moment, Sakuya approached and whispered a few words into my ear. Only then did I recall—it was time to feed Remilia again.
It seemed she had no intention of returning. Understandable; that kind of strong flavor was still far too much for Sakura, who was only seven or eight years old.
Yet, there was merit in this approach. When others learned of my diligence, whether sincerely or not, they would praise me as a “tiger cub from a military family”—though my own father’s skills left much to be desired.