Chapter 62: The Ideal Match

Listening to his words, Song Xianwan calmly took a step back, increasing the distance between them.

"Second Cousin is joking. You are burdened with a myriad of affairs, while I never step outside. It is rare for us even to cross paths."

Hearing this, Qin Yuanjue let out a light laugh.

When one truly wishes to see someone, they will move heaven and earth to make it happen.

Therefore, he could only pray that the powerful being's objective did not include targeting the members of the Hidden Star Academy, himself included.

Yang Yi found it rather amusing; this King of Chujiang was simply far too indecisive and motherly, a temperament utterly unsuited for such an era.

To be fair, Huang Bing's father, Huang Gai, held the highest rank among all the fathers of the people present in this tent, which was why everyone still held Huang Bing in relative respect.

First of all, its controlled territory fell far short of the Han, Tang, and Yuan dynasties, and failed to reach the standards of the Qing. Throughout the Ming dynasty, Mongolia and the Western Regions maintained an independent stance from beginning to end.

Losing cities and territory, leaving the common people to suffer, and drawing the condemnation of the entire realm—under such universal reproach, the punishment would likely be far more severe than a mere demotion and salary reduction. Meanwhile, he could completely extricate himself from the mess; once the storm subsided and through a bit of maneuvering, he could easily secure a post as a commandery commandant or even a grand administrator in some other commandery.

"You make the first move." Mo Song shuddered, instantly feeling that the negative emotions released by the evil scorpion were on a completely different level from Old Fan's voice, yet the two possessed distinctly different natures.

It was not until 1611 that the leaders of various tribes threw their support behind Bushetu, forcing San Niangzi to surrender the military tally and seal, passing away shortly thereafter.

To assist the 10th Division attacking Taierzhuang, the 5th Division dispatched over 4,000 reinforcements on March 23. Joining forces with the remaining enemy troops from Juxian and Tangtou, they once again launched a fierce assault on Pang Bingxun's army corps stationed in Linyi.

"Hai!" The Japanese lieutenant colonel nearby responded respectfully and hurriedly ordered someone to convey the command.

What else could be done? It was already dark, and this was a desolate wilderness; they certainly could not just abandon Liu Tong to his fate.

Even during the period when he was relentlessly pursuing and pressing her hard, she would still listen if what he said genuinely made sense.

Forget about seeing the Emperor; people were chased away the moment they got close. The mere mention that a gift was sent by the Empress made everyone as defensive as sentries on edge.

However, Long Ji was simply dying of boredom and wanted to witness Tang Xuan's strength firsthand, so he came over to watch the battle.

Dacheng felt a surge of joy inside—not only because there was a movie to watch, but crucially because he could go together with the Fourth Young Lady and sit right next to her.

Although it was unclear what kind of sacred figure Josh truly was, since he could capture the heart of the leader of the Sentinels of Light, he was bound to be no ordinary person.

Whether it was a living person or a living corpse, as long as the opponent was visible and tangible, he would never fall into a disadvantageous position.

Even as for Yun Qingyue, had she not harbored secret feelings of her own back then while Xiao Jingxing pursued her relentlessly, she would not have married so early either, and would likely have lingered for many years just like these three brothers.

Blushing with shyness, Qin Xue undressed, avoiding looking at Chu Moling, and picked up a towel to prepare for her bath.

Cheng Lianjing was tilting his head, resting it against the sofa as he watched the mother and son, when Liu হঠাৎ shot him a sideways glance. His expression turned deeply injured, full of grievance and bewilderment.

"What does knowing that the people of Da Shi fear the Tibetans have to do with going along to gather intelligence?" Que Lüchuo could not fathom what Chang Jiu was trying to say.

"Just the usual. Are you alright? Why did you ask about our old man first and then turn to my second uncle?" Why did Qin Lang feel that Chu Moling was acting a bit strange today?

As things stood now, the fact that Beauty Shu had been unwilling to accept the Emperor's favor back then was not only true, but she had been as resolute as biting down on an iron pellet, leaving not the slightest room for maneuvering.

The most sorrowful thing in this world was watching you grow up while watching me grow old.

And what would become of these two tender-skinned fellows if they had to spend every day mingling with hundreds of rough, boorish soldiers?