Chapter 24: Xu Yunzhuo’s Bold Move

Such filthy language was enough to sting the eyes with just a glance. Pei Qiaonian shot a look at Yu Momo, who was brimming with pride, and stepped closer. "Did you do this?"

Yu Momo panicked for a split second before stubbornly retorting, "It wasn’t me! I’m not that bored. It must’ve been because you argued with me at the office yesterday, and some paparazzi lurking outside caught it on camera. Don’t go around wrongly accusing people, all right?"

Pei Qiaonian gave her a cold look, pulled out his phone, logged into Xu Yunzhuo’s social media, and saw—

"I am Li Tingxuan." The young man in a white, round-collared robe, so handsome he could rival the Crown Prince, gave a slight nod, a subtle arrogance glimmering in his brows. There was even a hint of curiosity in his gaze as he looked at Lu Ning.

"Big brother, are you all right?" Liu Erfa watched closely, his eyes flickering, as he addressed Liu Yishou, whose hair was disheveled, his breath faint, and his body trembling on the verge of collapse.

Sure enough, a fierce gust of wind from a fist shot through the air, grazing past her ear. Fortunately, Ye Chu had anticipated it; at the very instant the punch came, she tilted her head aside.

Everyone gasped. Those who had heard the story and those who hadn’t all wore expressions of disbelief.

The master of the Dragon-Slaying Sect made a welcoming gesture. Lin Yi and Qi exchanged a glance and followed him inside.

Chen Xiyuan could no longer hold back. "Ye Chu has a good temperament?" Where did you see that? You’ve never witnessed how sharp her tongue can be—just recalling it now makes Chen Xiyuan anxious.

She hadn’t known before; it was only after Xue Tingrang told her that she learned there was a reason for Chen Xiulan’s behavior.

"I should also inform you that at present, the Ming court wields considerable influence in those regions. The Yongli Emperor is in our hands, so the local chieftains are unlikely to cause us trouble. In fact, they might even assist us. For instance, take Bamo, which is now probably called Manmo? Or perhaps Xinjie?"

"Xiulan, you really won’t go with your elder brother?" Chen Jian ignored him, simply pressing his lips together as he looked at his sister.

He unfolded the lantern, which had been pressed flat, and set it upright. The hollow Kongming lantern appeared before Zhang Lao’er’s eyes, but this one was made of black paper—utterly unique.

The situation was clear. The Ming army was clearly trying to intimidate them; the letter was an attempt to induce surrender. So, would they fight or give in?

Later, Shen Linfeng, together with Yi Tianyang, went to Ziyun Mountain. Unexpectedly, that parting lasted nearly half a year.

When An Xiaochen reached this point in his story, Du Youjia suddenly recalled that fellow Kim Taeyeon. Judging by her communication skills, she would never become a rapper in this lifetime; she was destined to be a traditional vocalist.

With everyone from the Qilin Society gone, the classroom quieted down. All eyes were on Chen Yang, full of surprise—no one had expected this handsome man to not only have outstanding grades but to be so formidable in a fight.

It was too late by the time Jiang Cheng realized what was happening. Shameless Jiang Shang actually begged Jiang Cheng to let him have Qi Rou. In a fit of rage, Jiang Cheng broke all ties with him, severed their friendship, and, to protect Qi Rou’s reputation, could only swallow the matter in silence.

Though the burning heat of July was at its peak, the limitless Snow Mountain remained covered in white, its icy atmosphere inescapable.

Upon seeing the knights, Da Zui and the others couldn’t help but feel a deep shock. They had never imagined encountering knights in a place like this. Yet, in the expressions of those around them, they saw only familiarity, as if this were an everyday occurrence.

Tang Tong, commander of the Manchu’s Plain Red Banner, found himself amid the first row of shield carts, and he had a lot to say about his position.

As the carrier of the toxin, perhaps the heir himself needed to personally behead the Prince of Yunwu—not only for the sake of the nation of Luoying but also for the common people under his feet.

They usually underwent a certain amount of combat training and possessed the necessary basic knowledge. They would follow the knights, participate in battle and pursuit, and obey the knight’s commands in daily life. Knights and their guards were somewhat like the relationship between police officers and auxiliary police.