Chapter 110: Remorse

Over there, Meng Wanyin’s eyelashes fluttered within the ice coffin, and suddenly, she slowly opened her eyes. At first, she looked dazed, but upon seeing Ye Cangming keeping watch by the side of the coffin, she instantly recognized her son. "Are you Ming’er? Have you grown this much?" Although Ming’er was only five years old when she fell into her deep slumber, his features remained unchanged, still bearing the shadow of his childhood. Ye Cangming froze in place; he had not heard that name in over a decade.

On the mysterious finger gloves, the Prince and the three Cardinals consulted with grim expressions, ultimately reaching a decision: a vote would be held to determine whether Baron Gordon Freeman bore responsibility for the death and injury of the hundreds of poisoned victims.

Dai Shi did not know that a portion of the Hu people in Guanzhong were migrating toward Yuzhou, nor did he care that fifty thousand troops were marching south as a precaution; he was only concerned with how to establish contact with Xun Xian.

This fellow was truly laughable—to expect the opponent to stop in the midst of a life-or-death struggle—Zhang Fan nearly burst out laughing.

"Envoy Matsuda, I express my deepest apologies for what has transpired. It is my fault for failing to keep my subordinates in check," Yang Honglin said with a smile as he walked over and gripped Matsuda Yatarō’s cold hand tightly.

Shi Qing’s proposal was quite novel, and Lang Kai found it somewhat confusing. Lending was nothing new; it often occurred between households with good relations. However, the Imperial Court establishing a dedicated bureau specifically for civilian lending was unheard of.

He Huan, who had been full of confidence, now felt a sense of unease. Liu Yan did not look the least bit worried about the upcoming gamble. Could it be that he had some secret reliance? Or was he simply ignorant of the heights of heaven and the depths of the earth?

Upon hearing this, Sun Quan’s eyes lit up. If there was anyone in Jiangdong who understood Pang Shanmin best, it was surely Guo Jia. Thinking of this, Sun Quan immediately ordered someone to summon him.

In reality, starting from today, there were three days and two nights left before the duel with Company C began.

The moment the blood-red sword made contact with the shields, the first shattered instantly. This was followed by the screams of the guards and two more explosive sounds, as shield splinters and blood sprayed in every direction.

Zhang Jinsong had been drinking a lot of water today and felt the urge to relieve himself frequently. Fortunately, he was a practitioner of martial arts; otherwise, an ordinary person would have made four or five trips by now.

Although one knew that given Nan Jiangnan’s past experiences, having beautiful penmanship was naturally impossible, and even literacy was a question.

Huang Jingnan had never previously shown any exceptional talent. Just a few months ago, he was only at the eighth level of the Qi Refining stage. It was unknown how he had managed to break through to the Foundation Establishment stage in such a short time, and his power appeared remarkably solid, in no way inferior to Lu Ming’s.

However, a piece of good news arrived: the radio brought by Li Jiancheng finally had a signal. The broadcast urged everyone to stay in a safe place at home and not to venture out if they had sufficient food.

Ye Yu suddenly stood up from the side and said, "If he gets angry, your Lin Group will be reduced to dust. Lin Chuyu, Ah Jie is only refraining from anger out of respect for the old master. Do you think he is doing it for my sake, Ye Yu?"

He truly could not understand why Chen Kai had suddenly pulled such a stunt for no apparent reason.

The Twelfth Apostle looked at Li Xiuyi with a shifting expression, his mind lost in thought.

Keeping her was for the best; after all, a pawn in plain sight was always better than a hidden dagger in the shadows.

Xin Rong was absolutely right. Not only her, but the group of veteran employees who had started the business with him from scratch—people like Han Jianguo, Wang Ergang, and Li Yuqin—were all the same; they rarely dared to take advantage of the company. Although Li Yuqin had once made a mistake, it was due to her father’s coercion and had little to do with her own character.

Chen Xiao stepped off the bed and saw a middle-aged man in a suit in the neighboring ward, his face full of grief as he pleaded with an elderly man.