Chapter 127: Hidden Agendas and the Tribulation of Thunder and Fire!

Zhang Zongcheng’s eyes darkened as he smiled and said, "It is indeed I, your junior. I did not intentionally eavesdrop on your conversation; it was merely a coincidence."

He watched the two men, whose expressions were unfriendly, without ever loosening his grip on the ancient Yellow Springs sword, remaining vigilant against their every move.

Cao Kun sneered inwardly at these words, not believing a single syllable of his nonsense.

If he had truly just been passing by, the sound of his footsteps would never have escaped their keen senses. This man had clearly been hiding in wait.

She gazed at Huo Yunzheng in a daze, unable to understand what had come over him today. Why was he suddenly treating her so kindly?

She was adept at reading the intentions of her superiors and had earned the deep trust of the High Princess Consort. When the Crown Prince’s wife fell bedridden due to excessive grief, the High Princess Consort sent her to offer comfort. Through the subtle traces in the Crown Prince’s wife’s responses, she discerned the woman’s true thoughts and began to observe her secretly, hoping to leverage her assistance at a critical juncture.

Wen Cangyu suppressed the agitation in his heart, gave a calm instruction, and then fell silent.

The clerk had never served in the imperial court and knew nothing of its political strife. Having rarely stepped outside the Dali Temple all year round, he had developed an inexplicable fondness for the Liang and Qin families.

"And you, Shadow, with your constant ‘Officer Lin’ this and ‘Officer Lin’ that—are you not treating our police beauty as a friend?"

"Silly child, Mother is only worried about you. I fear you might inadvertently offend the imperial nobility, and that I would be unable to protect you." Although Prince An was approachable, a mother naturally had her concerns, unwilling for her son to bear the stigma of "currying favor with the powerful."

"I have carefully considered the matter we discussed last time. To be honest, I find it quite difficult to manage." Sun Jie, wearing a jade pendant at his waist, rubbed the stone in distress.

After the concubines had knelt in obeisance and Empress Xia permitted them to rise, the Virtuous Consort, seated in the first position to the side, was the first to speak.

Most importantly, with Noble Lady Xi in favor, the Emperor frequently visited the Yufu Palace, making it much easier to gain an audience with him. Take last night, for instance; if one had the heart, seeing the Emperor was not difficult at all.

The imperial guards were remarkably attentive, helping to place the gift boxes into the carriage and chatting with the promising young general from the Northwest for a long time before finally bidding him a satisfied farewell to return to their posts.

Shooting guard Middleton was a stable presence for the Bucks. After Wang Jin’s arrival, his brilliance was gradually overshadowed by Wang Jin, yet no one ignored his contribution.

"What is that?!" Quehuang thought his eyes were playing tricks on him. Looking around vigilantly, he discovered an eerie white shadow drifting toward the bamboo hut.

"Young Master Dongling, didn't you say he had appeared in the Northern Territory? How could he have vanished for no reason? Has anyone tried to divine his location?" Recalling what Dongling Huang had said earlier, Xu Hao asked.

Every drop of blood could potentially become a part of his strength; naturally, it could not be wasted.

Wen Ruojun did not bother to save face for his cousin in public, and even his younger brother, Wen Ruoting, wore a faint, mocking smile.

Being unable to conceive was a grave matter for a female! Tian Yao asked with a solemn expression, "Wizard, do you have any way to cure her?" Could it be that Yan Ran was refusing Leng Qing because she knew it would be difficult for her to bear children?

A single machine gun blocked the mine exit, leaving the many prisoners trapped inside with no choice but to hide.

Slow-witted as he was, he had already noticed that the gazes many directed toward them had turned predatory.

Yet the next scene was even more shocking, as Yang Lilin began to dress the wounds on her cousin’s arm with as much tenderness as if she were coddling that infuriating ginger cat.

Nanyang was one of the six largest cities in China at the time. In the Eastern Han Dynasty, it was known as the "Southern Capital," because the famous restoration monarch, Emperor Guangwu of Han, was born there. During the Eastern Han, it was the second-largest metropolis, second only to the capital, Luoyang.

I struck at the shimmering sword light a few times, and before the wielder even knew how to retreat, I had forced him back. The others were stunned; An Lingxi’s mouth was even agape in astonishment.