Volume One, Chapter 64: Knowledge Changes Fate

“Learning to read and write? For us servants, what use is such knowledge?” Dalin opened the passage and was the first to step out. As everyone emerged, they were met by the refreshing sea breeze and radiant sunlight; the end of the tunnel lay beneath the great tree.

Chen Fei dared not face Su Ruotong; his only intention was to establish a connection with Su Changqing. He said, “I still have matters to attend to and won’t be able to stay for lunch. Uncle Su, I’ve delivered the item, please accept it.” With that, he put the silk back into the envelope and insisted on handing it to Su Changqing.

Standing up, Chu Yuhu adjusted the undergarments beneath her sheer sun-protective dress, pressed her chest together, and sashayed toward Su Changqing.

Yet, as the moment arrived, she was suddenly overtaken by timidity and fear. What if Gilantai no longer recognized her?

He had only left for a while, not died. But Sister Yun’er was to mend the barrier tomorrow, and it would likely end in disaster. Whenever the adults discussed this topic, he always refrained from joining the conversation—not because he didn’t understand, but because he didn’t know what to say.

She knew who had arrived, yet instead she closed her eyes, feigning deep sleep. The Fourth Lord, having dismissed the court, came directly to Lady Nian’s courtyard.

In short, there were both supporters and opponents, but most sided with Liu Ye, urging him to rescue the expeditionary forces outside the city.

“Even if there are thirty thousand, they should be able to withstand Cao Cao’s twenty thousand, shouldn’t they? Besides, Wuchao has several defensive lines, and the twenty-thousand troops in Fengqiu can provide timely support. Even a fool could hold the fort.” Yuan Shao snorted, paying no heed to Tian Feng’s advice.

The spirit beast displayed a surprisingly human-like expression of astonishment. After a moment’s silence, it called out twice more.

If Yuan Shu learned that Lujiang had fallen, given his temperament, he would punish not only Liu Xun but also Sun Ce. Had Sun Ce not insisted on attacking Wan City, how could Lujiang have been lost?

The statue itself was flawless, its features bearing no resemblance to Hong Jun. Yet from the elegant smile at its lips, Hu Ao could discern that this statue represented Hong Jun. Perhaps what he saw was Hong Jun’s altered visage, but this statue was the true likeness.

“I suppose you’re cursing me in your heart right now,” Emperor Xie’s pale, slender fingers gently twisted a strand of her hair as he spoke.

“Dad, with such an adorable face, you have zero credibility saying things like that.” Ilona’s father was simply too handsome; no matter how fierce he tried to be, Ilona never felt afraid.

Shangguan Yu was a bit surprised at how composed Liu Dingtian was. Having seen so many children under ten recently—some shy, some crying loudly, some unusually excited—few were as calm and poised as Liu Dingtian.

Liu Dingtian carefully observed where Abi was looking—it was indeed at him, and there were no others nearby. If Abi wasn’t insane, she must have discovered him.

“Inside!” Since there was no way out, the only option was to move deeper into the factory. Sun Yuan knew the opponent was deliberately forcing him in, but staying outside would only mean certain death.

He was about to reach out and rub his aching head when he suddenly froze. He sensed something heavy on his arm.

Defying Heaven seized the celestial infant of Qinglian, who was about to flee. Seeing Qinglian resigned to death, Defying Heaven let out a sinister laugh. “This is the difference between a god-level master and an immortal like you. To die at the hands of a demon god is your privilege.” With that, he prepared to crush Qinglian’s celestial infant.