Chapter 90: A Harsh Rebuke

They knew exactly what kind of person Zuo Yutang was, yet now he appeared so humble. If they hadn't witnessed it with their own eyes, who would dare believe it?

"Steward Qiu, take Lord Zuo to complete the formalities and let him leave," Ye Cheng said.

Steward Qiu was momentarily stunned, then quickly gathered himself and sent someone to register Zuo Yutang’s case as closed.

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A force of overwhelming strength radiated from the man clad in dark blue battle armor. His left arm stretched forward, expanding outward, while his right arm, like a coiled spring, was drawn back behind his chest. The sharply defined muscles presented a most direct and visceral shock to his opponent.

Behind him stood the typical tents of the barbarian tribes: a few tree trunks formed a frame covered with branches and dead leaves. This makeshift wall would reflect the heat of the fire, making the tent the warmest place as long as the flames burned.

"Enough. Esteemed masters of the Twelve Sects, if you wish to seek out the one who killed your fellow disciples, our institute will not stand in your way, but you are not permitted to act recklessly here!" Fang Wen's expression suddenly turned stern as he waved away the semi-Manifestation realm aura suppressing the cultivators.

"The President means that, regardless of the circumstances, Mayor Xian must always be shown the utmost respect, isn’t that right?" Chen Lifen looked at the president and asked.

"Your Highness, please quell your anger. Although the crown prince has escaped, as long as we still have the empress in our grasp, there is no fear we won’t extract their whereabouts," a subordinate said nervously at this moment.

"This is rebellion—utter rebellion! I, Shi Yun, will never obey such reckless orders!" Shi Yun declared, turning to leave the command tent, making Shi Lan widen her eyes in alarm.

Though they had previously heard of Han Xin’s methods, this was their first time truly witnessing them in action.

This only deepened his suspicion about Yue Qingqian’s motives for entering the palace. What exactly did she want? This was the question that had lingered in Qin Moxuan’s mind these past days.

How strange—how dare a counterfeit display such a cold, indifferent smile before me? Even the genuine article wouldn’t dare smile at me like that.

He hurriedly turned around, only to see a Qiang tribesman suddenly burrow into the ground, a fleeting look of shock and confusion flashing across his face. But in the next instant, they all felt themselves starting to sink downward as well.

His father was a real estate magnate, his mother a celebrated dancer, their family both illustrious and wealthy.

Tang Yiling gripped the nearly shattered Fish-Gut Sword tightly in her hand and swung it at the black-smoke demon before her.

Which of the palace beauties wasn’t carefully selected, a true flower among women? How did Lady Guo, muddle-headed and simple-minded as she was, ever make it into the harem? And judging by the looks of it, Zhou Kefai and Tang Yunzhong seemed utterly clueless, even Zhou Keji himself had no idea what had transpired—what on earth was going on?

Because she often chatted idly with Tang Yuze, a few days ago when she visited the milk tea shop and Tang Yuze ordered two drinks, Li Fang bombarded him with questions about whether he had started dating.

Knowing that her grandmother liked classical things, she spent half a month personally embroidering a scroll of evergreen bamboo as a birthday gift.

The uproar over selling the handbag was clearly fueled by someone behind the scenes, but at its core, Lin Wanwan had simply been too foolish, handing her enemies leverage. If it had been Bai Xingyi, she would never have made such a stupid mistake.

She still wore her favorite fine linen, in a pale, refreshing shade of green.

The development in Qingshui Town was decent; along the road, Tang Yuze could see many self-built panel houses and farmers laboring diligently in the fields.

Inside the house, the first floor was a spacious hall. On the left stood the sofa area, while the right was separated by a screen. Behind it was a hot spring pool big enough to accommodate seven or eight people at once.

Her words dripped with sarcasm, leaving me momentarily at a loss for a response. My mind was filled with visions of my own tragic fate ten years from now—corpses strewn across the gatehouse, the air thick with the stench of blood and burning flesh.