Volume One, Chapter Thirty-One: Return to the Lin Residence

Returning to the Prime Minister’s residence, Lin Wantai went straight to Lady Qin’s courtyard.

“Damn!” With just that hint, Ling Zhoutian instantly understood—demonization, who wouldn’t know?

Yan San continued to activate his mental arithmetic, but his pace slowed more and more, and his consciousness could barely remain awake. As he calculated, he was on the verge of falling asleep, and several times he frightened himself into breaking out in cold sweat.

In the Secret Realm, never had a practitioner used a stone tablet as their secret weapon. Tossing a stone tablet far away—any fool could dodge it. Other than that, the Hungry Ghost Lord couldn’t imagine what use Chen Feng’s stone tablet could possibly have.

From Kanduras’ team, a few trustworthy professionals were selected to join the Professional Sanctuary with him. This greatly increased the favorable impression of the introducing Barbarians and Paladins.

Xie Wuji and his companions rested for an entire day, recuperating their strength, and waited until midnight to launch a surprise attack on the Black Sands Fortress. Even with absolute confidence in victory, they didn’t mind striking under the cover of night. If it reduced unnecessary losses, why not?

“Good!” Yan Yuan nodded with a smile, immediately rising and striding out of the command tent, standing before it to personally guard Xie Wuji.

Thus, over fifteen hundred soldiers were divided into five squads: one led personally by Boer Hute, and the other four by their respective deputies. From five directions, they charged into the endless dense forest.

Just as Dai Lu had said, medicine is three parts poison; anything beneficial always carries harm. So what about sunglasses?

“Hehe, Yi Mengxue, this is for you.” Ling Zhoutian grinned foolishly, handing the pink gift box to Yi Mengxue.

As for the question of strategy, Istha naturally left it to the staff officers present—they were the true experts in such matters.

Xu Ruoxi suddenly shuddered and pushed Han Shangyang away, landing a resounding slap on his face.

After strolling in the garden for half a day, Cai Qing’s basket was full of cut, bright red plum blossoms. Only then, satisfied, did she return to her room.

Only Yun Shang let out a low chuckle, and no one could guess his true intentions. After all, Qianxun was the Imperial-decreed secondary consort; now, tangled with Lou Zhi, it was truly improper.

“Just talking—why so nervous, still won’t admit it?” Qianxun smiled mischievously, her bright eyes brimming with wickedness.

“Hush—don’t speak.” Zhishan frowned slightly, gesturing for silence, then tilted his head to listen.

Perhaps it was his frankness that made her favorable impression of him soar.

With no one in their way, the two handled their business with astonishing efficiency. It wasn’t a special holiday, so after paying the nine-yuan administrative fee, they left the civil affairs bureau grinning like fools.

Her first reaction was panic. It’s over—her sneaking out of the residence had been exposed! And caught red-handed by Chu the Pervert. What now, what now?

“Mine.” When it came to food, Ming Han would never share with anyone again. Having one taken from him was already his limit.

Seeing Wang Bo fail to catch Zhou Rui’s killer serve and lose the round, the three young ladies cheered and jumped together, celebrating their first victory.

Many commoners below were roused by her enthusiasm and couldn’t help but join in, following the volunteers in cleaning and restoration. With the help of the bailiffs and village heads, they began to plan and organize the tents in clusters.