Chapter 106: What I Should Let Go Of

Yan Yi had been waiting for a long time.
So, as soon as he saw his big boss, he hurried over and said, “Miss Xu, after my investigation these past few days, your adoptive father borrowed one million in high-interest loans two years ago. If he can’t repay it, the loan sharks might kill him. It seems he’s at his wit’s end, which is why he’s targeting your adoptive mother. He’s been trying to sneak into the hospital, probably intending to use your adoptive mother’s life to threaten you. About the conditions you mentioned last time… do they still stand? I have…”

Lin Baoshu pondered for a moment, feeling the entire matter was rather baffling. If it were true, it seemed unbelievable; if it seemed unbelievable, it might be true. In short, the whole affair carried an inexplicable strangeness that left one unable to make sense of it.

No matter how fine a carriage is, it cannot avoid every jolt. Yet, Hong Biao, the driver, who had just been scolded by Zhu Baoxun, remained silent. He was now driving with utmost concentration, determined not to jostle the Marquis of the Champion in the slightest. Earlier, Jia Xu saw Xiao Yi’s self-reproach and felt even more uneasy, let alone those guards closest to the Marquis.

Tang Ning had been considering how to continue opposing Li Zhan but did not expect him to take the initiative to leave, which brought a sigh of relief.

A voice came from the slightly lower night sky. The man was clad in black armor, standing straight as he gazed northward. The crimson sky cast a red glow over his honest face, yet his eyes revealed an unusual expression. He was not one to lie easily, but this time, his words were flawless.

Xin Yan turned his head away, caught between joy and sorrow. He did not know whether to be grateful that his father once chose not to kill him or to mourn that his father had always wanted to abandon him.

Princess Xuewu saw Zhao Xingfeng remain silent, his face darkened. She quickly took his arm and addressed the Empress Dowager, “Your Majesty, I humbly report my gratitude for finding me such a fine husband. My feelings for him grow ever stronger.” Saying this, she stole a glance at Zhao Xingfeng.

“You’re still smiling—you’re bullying me again,” Yang Xue said, clearly annoyed by Lin Yifeng’s grin.

“General Bai, you flatter me. From now on, we both serve the great Han,” Xiao Yi replied with a carefree smile.

Thus, after the banquet, the bond between Murong Ke, Zeng Hua, and others soared. Moreover, relations between the Northern Mansion and the Yan Kingdom appeared to have significantly improved. The specific terms of this “friendship” still needed to be discussed with Che Yin and Park, but at least a breakthrough had been made.

In the distance, Su Xia, anxiously watching the battle, trembled as her voice faltered—she clearly recognized the origin of Qi Pingdao’s technique.

Zhao Zhen had no heirs at present. Should anything happen to him, the natural successor would have to be chosen from among their royal relatives.

As Wu Hao and Wu Chen entered last, the massive, heavy gate creaked shut, slowly closing.

He harbored no strong aversion to the beast transformed into human form, but the blood of a common beast flowing through him felt somewhat strange.

“Zunguan” is a respectful term for the head steward. Shi A assumed Han Wei was Lu Wen’s steward and, seeing Han Wei’s high martial arts level, guessed he might have been sent by Lu Bu to protect her.

Pausing to catch his breath, he unleashed a fierce, subtle sword aura into the air. With swift whooshing sounds, countless broken branches and fallen leaves fluttered down.

Ning Xin glanced at Ning Min, who looked at Ping Xin and said, “I really didn’t expect you to be far more despicable than I imagined. But don’t get cocky—we won’t let you off so easily.” With that, the two sisters fled immediately.

The Golden Crow Demon King radiated overwhelming killing intent. With his sacred weapon restrained, it was a great humiliation. He spared no effort, determined to slay Ye Chen in an instant to vent his fury.

Those full, ample curves; that exquisite jade-like face; the tightly knit brows; the slender, graceful figure; and those ruby lips—all stirred an uncontrollable desire within him. He longed to pin them beneath him and possess them recklessly, to vent the pent-up passion accumulated over many days with wild abandon.