Chapter 47: Fang: Who Can Speak for Me?

Under Xia Yi's forceful suppression, no one present dared to utter a sound. Lu Wu read a distinct message from their faces:
Elder sister, since you've beaten him, you surely won't beat me too, right?
"Alright, the braised pork trotters are eaten, and the bad man has been caught. Sister must be leaving now, farewell for now, little sister, until we meet again."
Xia Yi was in a very good mood right now.
In order to track down this heartless scoundrel, she hadn't rested for several consecutive days. Originally, she thought it would take some time, but unexpectedly, this scumbag suddenly appeared—
Spiritual medicine? Sensing the spiritual Qi contained within the black medicinal pill, the crowd immediately became spirited. A single pellet was worth half a month of cultivation in the inner courtyard.
"Haha, wonderful! I can harvest a generous amount of spiritual essence once again!" A look of faint agony flashed across Xian Cun's face, though inwardly he was overjoyed.
Judging by their physical agility, they were definitely not ordinary people. The location was also extremely well-chosen, with very few vehicles and pedestrians. It seemed they had been lying in ambush here for a long time.
The Cao army flag atop the city gate had already fallen to the foot of the wall, replaced by a Chu army flag fluttering proudly in the wind.
Liang Shi stood on ceremony no longer. Exerting his strength, he forcefully pressed Kinoshita's hand down, slamming it heavily onto the table with such force that Kinoshita Hideyoshi's hand turned red.
However, when they followed the address to search for him, they discovered that the monk's family had long since moved away and cut off all contact with the village. They tried asking the village elders if anyone remembered where the monk was buried, but nearly fifty years had passed, and no one remembered the matter anymore.
Yet, almost no one present dared to speak the unvarnished truth so openly in public.
"The Southern Camp is personally guarded by Liu Bei. How could Liu Bei possibly fail to set up hidden sentries there? Could it all be finished with just a few mere guard posts?" Zhao Qing's brows were tightly knitted. The smooth progress gave him an unsettling feeling, as if something was fundamentally wrong.
Surrounding Qin Gu at such close range, they collectively remained completely motionless. Some floated suspended in mid-air, while others maintained various bizarre postures holding spears as thin as large pins, neither retreating nor attacking.
With the wine and food fully prepared, Li chun nodded in satisfaction. Not daring to claim all the credit for himself, Liu Xiguang explicitly stated it was under the guidance of Tuo Tuochengcui.
Jing Xiayang was meticulously adorned in colorful silk and embroidered skirts, radiating charm and elegance as she anticipated the young monarch's retrospective gaze after their long separation—at the very least, she wanted to stun him.
On the tea tray, along the inner rim of a cup as pure white as snow, floated a few wisps of black tea leaves. There was no steam rising; the tea should have grown somewhat cold.
"Hard to say!!" Hearing Master Xie's words, Captain Song shook his head slightly, his brows tightly furrowed and his expression rather grim. If not for this bizarre wound, judging solely by the silver spear, he could have completely concluded it was the work of a human. But at present, he couldn't quite be certain.
Even if her beauty faded, her status as the Princess of Yong remained. Until Prince Yong divorced her, she was still a daughter-in-law of the imperial family. As long as her status and standing endured, and the silver in her hands remained, those who previously served her would continue to do so. After all, these people had never cared about her beauty in the first place.
Zhao Yi ordered his soldiers to immediately release Yang Xiu. After exchanging a few polite pleasantries with the Zhao clan, Zhao Yi went straight to the prison entrance to welcome Yang Xiu.
Passing through this mechanism would be extremely difficult even for a normal person. To say nothing of having to do so with one's eyes closed. Fundamentally, it made a hard task infinitely harder. Not to mention that on top of this mechanism, a spear-array trap was also present.
During the time everyone was conversing, Pockmarked Wang's emotions had eased slightly under the comfort of Old Wu the Second. Having now heard the guesses of Captain Song and the others, his complexion improved considerably. That initial discovery had nearly scared him half to death.
The air retained only a faint scent of ozone from electrical electrolysis and the final parting words left behind by Lilith.