Chapter Twenty-Three: His Interrogation?

"What's wrong, Wange? Is there something off about the water? Quick! Spit it out!" Lingfei was startled, hurriedly pinning Tang Wange's shoulders down and patting her back frantically!

"Cough, cough, cough! Wait, wait, Lingfei! The water is fine..."

Tang Wange was nearly knocked breathless by Lingfei's pounding. With a dark expression, she shook the water bottle that was firmly stuck to her palm. "Which genius smeared superglue all over my bottle?"

"..." These people were truly relentless!

Songtsen Gampo gave the order to retreat, opening the western city gate and leading his remnants to flee toward Tubo. Only after receiving the order did many of the Tubo people finally realize in terror that they needed to escape, so they hurried westward, following Songtsen Gampo.

These events occurred exactly while Qian Jun was fully occupied dealing with Yan Guangbiao; the letter Guan Linlang had sent him was intercepted halfway. By the time Qian Jun’s men discovered the news and relayed it, the outcome was already sealed, and Qian Jun could only heave a long sigh, powerless to intervene.

Although Zhao Zilong faced two more assassination attempts over the following days, he successfully evaded them thanks to the help of the Jin, An, and Yang families, as well as military forces, thwarting the elite killers sent by the Swallowing Heaven Organization.

The two exchanged glances without speaking, yet both knew what the other was thinking. However, in this situation, neither chose to voice it, as they belonged to different factions. In particular, Zhong Kui still harbored doubts about Yan Chifeng, feeling that there was something questionable about him.

Although Ye Suman’s face was smeared with blood and grime, looking quite unsightly, it did not hinder her from appraising the man in the slightest.

Yet, even so, the cold figure remained indifferent. He stood with his hands behind his back, walking amidst thunder like a god-king on a journey or an immortal standing proudly. He regarded life and death as nothing and saw murderous intent as a joke, moving gracefully and effortlessly through the successive fatal strikes of the Ghost Shadow Twin Assassins with an air of composure.

"You two are far too slow. I almost fell asleep." Qing Lian’s deeply annoyed voice suddenly caused the two to relax their tense nerves.

In the blink of an eye, the twelfth lunar month had passed. By the twenty-ninth, there were still three sets of pig intestines left unsold.

Looking at the velvet jewelry box, Susha Suman felt a bit nervous, for she did not know what kind of surprise awaited her when it was opened.

She had reacted so intensely just at the mention of Yi Mu’s name; if she were to actually do something to him, would he kill her?

"Chu Molin, where is your sense of shame?" Qin Xue retreated in alarm; this man was truly shameless to the extreme.

Those anxious, dark eyes transformed in an instant into a pair of eyes as clear as a mountain spring. Those were the eyes that had brought her light in the endless darkness.

The memory ended there. Dong Yinan reached out and stroked Dandan’s head, right over the spot where she had been injured and required several stitches.

The step into adulthood required him to make many, many decisions, a journey filled with bumps and covered in countless piercing thorns.

She patted her shoulder and said earnestly that at this moment, there was no hierarchy or rank between them; they were friends, family, and people who could pour out their hearts to one another.

Lu Zihuai gently placed his hand in hers, interlacing their fingers, and a faint blue light immediately began to shimmer.

"Yan’er, please stop pacing; you're making your mother dizzy." Aunt Hu clutched her forehead, sounding somewhat annoyed.

Watching Lin Yuxin play with the child, her smile radiant, Madam Liu felt an exceptionally complex mix of emotions. Was it truly as the nun had said—that because of her, the relationship between her and her husband had soured?

With a whistle, the freighter Jingyuan sounded its horn, the engines roared to life once more, and the vessel set sail toward the vast ocean.

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