Chapter 98: Birthday Celebration

Li Xiaobao’s plan appeared meticulous, yet was riddled with flaws. He fancied himself clever, believing that once Lin Yu was lured outside, others would deal with him. Unexpectedly, at that very moment, Lin Yu paid no attention whatsoever to the change in Li Xiaobao’s expression, nor did he notice the intricate plotting against himself. Lin Yu’s focus had been entirely on searching for Lin Shiyun—he had circled the area, but found nothing...

He Qinghuan was about to push Fu Annian away, but Fu Annian pressed his body against her, his entire being radiating a powerful aura of masculinity. The effect he had on He Qinghuan was undeniable; she unconsciously raised her arms to encircle his neck.

The implication of those words was clear—if he refused to sign, anyone seeking to seize his title would meet with fierce resistance. Despite his downfall, he still commanded a handful of loyal followers in the army, and if he caused trouble, Datong might well descend into chaos.

This time, the combined hot and cold dishes numbered thirty-six varieties, offering a wide array of flavors and choices. At first, everyone was somewhat reserved, but seeing Chu Ying instruct the maid to serve dishes to her, the others relaxed and followed suit.

On the platform, Manstein pondered methods of decoding when suddenly, a melodious tune rang out from his pocket. It was his communicator; judging by the name displayed, it was a call from Mans.

Inside the weapons shop, Mo Yuan admired the sleeve blade, marveling at its exquisite craftsmanship. Worn at the wrist, its deployment was nearly undetectable—perfect for self-defense and protection.

Datong was still occupied by the Tartars, meaning they could strike the imperial city at any moment. In the last two months alone, half of the emperor’s command had fled, and given his cowardly nature, he was likely contemplating relocating the capital.

But in just a moment, Mo Yuan dashed like a kite with a broken string, leaping from Luoyun Terrace. Qi Jinqin reached out, but grasped only the wind she left behind.

Turning to gaze at the cold moonlight outside the window, the branches creaked and groaned under the night wind. A few threads of chill slipped through the gauzy curtains, brushing against He Qinghuan’s arms, which lay atop the quilt, making her shiver.

Because he was upright and compassionate toward the people, he had earned the emperor’s trust and the respect of the populace. Though he seldom appeared at court now, whenever an indecisive matter arose, the emperor would always send someone to invite Liu Zhengxian into the palace for consultation.

Of course I wouldn’t object; since they were determined to cut me off from the outside world, even if I refused to lend him my phone, they wouldn’t allow me any opportunity to make contact. Besides, if I withheld the phone, he would immediately realize I was suspicious of them.

Shi Muyang sat by the window, his gaze fixed on the iPad in his hands. The screen displayed the hottest news he had searched online before boarding; he had already taken screenshots.

Hearing He Lufei’s words and seeing her extended hand, Qian Jiujie raised an eyebrow and muttered inwardly, If only it were really that simple.

Gu Yuxin’s heart leapt into his throat; taking advantage of Jin Feng’s distraction by Qi Hongshan, he quietly edged his feet toward the door.

After receiving this news, Hu Xiao was elated; Shangguan Liuyun was a man of the martial world, and from his lips, one could glean a different perspective on certain matters.

Now, Jingguan felt a strange illusion—as if, with just a single sub-array, he could not stand against this young man.

“Su Mulin, you’re not still holding a grudge against me for this, are you?” Su Muyao found Su Mulin’s behavior baffling; where had the obedient Su Mulin of the past gone?

Her emotions seemed particularly intense, for as she kissed me, her breathing was noticeably heavy.

Three months after the start of our term, as the twelfth lunar month arrived, Sanlitun finally saw a heavy snowfall.

“Are they about to activate a super-large spatial transfer technique?” At this moment, Liu Zifeng’s thick brows furrowed slightly. His gaze lingered on their formation as he spoke in a low murmur.