Chapter 64: A-Li Will Never Have a Dark Room Again

Ever since Yan Bei rushed in with the late emperor's imperial edict three years ago, just at the crucial moment when Dowager Empress Shen was attempting to push the Fourth Prince to the throne, he had kept his brilliance tightly concealed.

Yet today, with such a sudden display of authority in court, the gathered ministers all began to harbor their own thoughts.

Just as everyone in the grand hall was observing Yan Bei, Yan Bei's gaze swept over them all as well.

After the court session adjourned, Dou Yi, who stood at the very back, was the first to leave, followed by Du Minghuan, with Shen Yi closely behind. Mu Chang and Chu...

The two armies, one from the land and the other from the nether realms—the former with eyes blazing red, the latter with hollow sockets—thus clashed in fierce bloodshed.

So what on earth was he actually here for?! Fu Qingyu herself had no idea! Was he just losing his mind for no reason from miles away?

Across the lawn of the Yanshan Imperial Villa, piles of game lay scattered—some to the east, some to the west—totaling over a dozen heaps, with the smallest containing three or four animals, and the largest more than ten.

"Alright, Brother Yu, let's not talk about how these flowers were merely moved from the third floor to the first. Even if they were given away to others, we sisters would simply cultivate them all over again!" At that moment, seeing how much care Jin was putting into this, Ran Yuhao smiled faintly and said.

However, no sooner had the cavalry troop dressed in Central Plains attire advanced less than three miles than the Xiongnu cavalry behind them closed in and pursued them.

These fellows harbored deep resentment, though this was ultimately for their own good. Why couldn't they understand his profound good intentions toward them?

They were Hyuga Neji from the Hidden Leaf Village battling Kidomaru from the Hidden Sound Village, Inuzuka Kiba battling Sakon and Ukon, and finally Nara Shikamaru leading Uzumaki Naruto in pursuit of Tayuya, who carried the barrel containing Uchiha Sasuke.

Walking in any direction made no difference; Qian Qian remembered 7788 saying just that. Therefore, she took a few more steps forward. Even more miraculously, upon taking the fourth step, she suddenly felt her feet touch solid ground. Immediately afterward, Qian Qian caught sight of another doorframe, identical to the one she had previously exited through.

Amidst the fierce combat and exchanged abuses, Jin Shangyu, lurking in the shadows, discovered something entirely new.

Without looking at the self-destructive madness pulled off by the Dowager Empress and Imperial Concubine Chun, not only were they reckless and brainless, but they also played right into the Empress's hands every single time. Under such circumstances, how could anyone possibly show partiality?

Leng Moxi bolted upright. What on earth did he mean by telling her to take that jade pendant into the imperial palace of Goryeo?

"Very well." Mo Yunzheng, who had not yet taken his seat, glanced at his designated spot, gave a brief response, pivoted his feet, and walked right over.

Mo Ziqian sat on a makeshift bamboo couch, toying with an exquisite dagger, and noticed a lingering, ambiguous smile at the corner of Leng Moxi's lips.

Seeing Wu Chi return, all the family members were overjoyed. His parents scrambled to cook for him, but his grandmother firmly stopped them.

Both the old man and the snow-sweeper had flushed faces and glowing spirits. Devoid of any drunkenness, they remained in high spirits, drinking and chatting heartily as if the entire world were contained within their wine.

She remained forever ten steps away from him—neither advancing nor retreating, neither increasing nor decreasing. Jianghu folk said that the left-hand swordsman Ying Zhaoli could kill a man within ten steps, and perhaps because of this, she refused to take another step closer, as though believing that from beyond ten steps, she could still keep him safe and sound.

Yet, whether humans or the Sacred Land, they had been slaughtering demons for thousands of years, and deep-seated blood feuds had long been established between the two sides. The Sacred Land in particular had lost nearly all of its successive inheritors to the demons; otherwise, with the ten-thousand-year lifespan of a Tier 10 martial artist, how could the modern Sacred Land be left with only a single Tier 10 martial artist?

Yet he simply loved the feeling of holding her in his sleep; cradling her in his arms gave him a profound sense of fulfillment.

If only this uncle could be his father, that would be even better—then he would get to see him every single day.

Although everyone was required to remain silent while the imperial decree was being read aloud, murmurs and an uproar still broke out among the crowd when the official proclaimed that severe punishment must be dealt.

"The noble family's high tower?" Master Yuan raised his head and gazed up at it. The tall tower blazed with brilliant lights, acting like a beacon in the night. He stared at it for a long while without managing to discern any clues.