Volume One, Chapter 99: Children Are Not Bargaining Chips!

After those words were spoken, an eerie silence settled over the room.

Around the time of the Spring Festival, they took a two-week break from the ceasefire. Wu Han and his teammates stayed in Shenhai until the twenty-ninth day of the lunar year before finally returning home.

The Crown Prince’s birthday banquet was not overly extravagant this time, yet many court officials still attended.

At the doorway, Han Tae-jun was supposed to join the group to watch the stage performance, but since Wang Liya wanted to introduce him to a director, he stayed behind.

“Fire!” Mo Nian barked, his tone brooking no refusal; even the Crown Prince, Jin Liu, paused, momentarily stunned by the force of his command.

Han Tae-jun would certainly be thinking it over. Since he had lied to himself, observing his left index finger would provide further confirmation.

While the Ming and Russian forces were preparing for a major clash along the southern front, the Hanhae Expeditionary Army in the north successfully captured Tobolsk and Petropavlovsk.

Especially when he mentioned how Su Baitong ordered Ghostface to plunge a knife into his chest, Master Li’s expression was ghastly, as if he’d seen a specter—there was no need to describe how dreadful he looked.

And yet, less than three million frontline troops—not even ten million—had already left the monarchs of Europe weak at the knees.

But the Qin family wasn’t afraid. No matter how terrifying this person seemed, he was merely an errand-running servant. As the wife of the third master of the Su household, how could she fear a mere underling?

The corpses here had already been cleared away. Only a few squads of Tianhua Hall guards patrolled ceaselessly day and night.

Sun Ze cried out for help in terror, his face pallid, drained of all color. He could feel the dreadful power contained in Feng Jian Han Yue’s fist—if it struck his head, he would surely die.

Mo Mi, upon seeing Chu Tian standing there, attempted to ambush him, swiftly approaching from behind. But Chu Tian had been watching him all along—he vanished from his original spot in the blink of an eye.

“Hmph…” Having dodged the attack of a vine, Si Wuya snorted coldly. Observing the vines growing relentlessly around him, he steadied his heart and, paper fan in hand, charged straight toward Chen Li, who was casting a spell.

“What? You won’t give it to me? Do you think you have the right to negotiate?” Suddenly, Sun Wukong grew larger, towering like a giant monkey, laughing thunderously.

“Greetings, Senior Brother.” The Emperor of Domination saluted Jiang Yuxuan with gusto, though the axe in his hand made the gesture somewhat incongruous.

He rather enjoyed listening at the wall, so he shifted closer to the exterior, discerning that it was Ying’er’s voice. Still unable to hear clearly, he decided to climb up for a better look.

On the token was engraved the character for “horse.” Chu Tian and his companions had no idea what it signified, but the locals began to speculate among themselves.

Chen Teng noticed the white man’s build and the uniform of a special unit from Country M, silently remarking to himself.

No matter how great their discontent, teammates who had shared hardships for years couldn’t simply betray one another. Both men tiptoed toward Tailan and his companion.

“Park Samcheon, you’re here.” Dongfang Gui Tian emerged from the woods to greet them, but Dongfang Kuang did not appear.

People possess a strange, self-destructive psychology. Once it’s proven that someone else has deceived them, despite the sorrow, their own lies suddenly seem justified. Long Moxuan thought, with newfound confidence—his betrayal of Leng Yurou and union with Ling Xuewei wasn’t too excessive after all.

“Look, over there—so many people! What are they doing?” After speaking, Jingjing pointed energetically in that direction.

Passion quickly ignited into fireworks. In broad daylight, the two frolicked wildly on the sofa. It was a rare moment for Cheng Lingzhi, burning with enthusiasm, and how could Situ Haoyu be satisfied with just once?