Chapter 49: No Signal

“Country bumpkin! Look closely! Is there anything wrong with my treatment?” Lin Qingqi stared at Lu Fei with arrogance.

“Qingqi, you don't need to bother with this yokel. With your skills now, you’re already among the country’s finest. Handling something like this is effortless for you,” Huang Feng said, beaming as he flattered her.

The onlookers also pointed at Lu Fei, whispering among themselves...

“Well then,” Qi Miao decided, curling up in Bai Xiyun’s arms and resting her head against his chest with ease. Bai Xiyun adjusted his position to give her a comfortable spot to lean on and took a blanket from the car to cover her.

“Fifth Brother, did you notice the boots those men in black were wearing?” Mo Wen raised his hand, pointing forward.

Zhi Ning could only stand there in astonishment, watching as the guards escorted away the man who had spent so many years defending the frontier, who had achieved great military merit and played a vital role in stabilizing the court.

Even Jiang Yue, who was usually so brash, blushed; though in the darkness, no one could see her expression. The heat burning on her face made her feel all the more awkward.

“Kawamoto, let me make it clear—I am the commander of this unit. As my deputy, do not give orders without permission!” Kawakami Kiyoi spoke coldly.

Mo Wen walked to the barracks of Ji Prefecture’s troops, found a concealed spot, and sat down. Ji Prefecture hadn’t brought many tents—just a main tent and two smaller ones. The main tent was lit by candles, its thick canvas preventing any view or sound from outside.

In the past, he’d only cared about Caiyue’s usual condition, but now he had to ask about matters that might arise during her pregnancy.

The Emperor could display his favor for Bai Xiyun freely, could bestow an official title with a word, lift her out of servitude with a sentence—these graces were as deep as the sea for Bai Xiyun.

When no one else was around, Noble Consort Wan did not refer to herself with royal titles, and her conversation with Qi Miao was natural and unguarded.

Letting out a sigh, Lianxiang glanced across the hall, only to see Mo Yao sitting beside Duke Lan Yu of Liang. Mo Yao gazed quietly at the dancers in the hall, but it was unclear if she was truly captivated or simply lost in thought.

The immense strength that had been building up now erupted a hundredfold, surging forth with unstoppable force.

Ci You calmly moved her gaze from Mo Ling to the protagonist of the day. Si Liang stood in red, bewitching with a hint of allure. Ci You sighed softly, half afraid that Ruan Mianmian, upon seeing Si Liang like this, would be unable to resist opening the door immediately.

With his current state of mind and cultivation, he was resolute; the judgments and opinions of others could no longer disturb his inner peace.

“As long as you help me teach him a lesson, name your price—whatever you want, I, Meng Xue, can afford it!” Meng Xue declared.

After all, Ye Xing had already thoroughly offended the True Dragon Dynasty. Since that was the case, what difference did it make to kill one more prince or one less?

Even in modern times, this would be the kind of crime to get you doxxed and endlessly cursed online by keyboard warriors.

After a brief rest, when Mo Yang and the others planned to ascend via the stairs, a crisp sound suddenly rang out from around the corner of the passageway, as if a metal object had fallen to the ground.

At this moment, Ling’er’s face changed drastically. She raced over at full speed, and upon seeing Ye Xing in danger, she immediately abandoned all thoughts of the righteous-demonic schism and the alliance between the Scarlet Flame Holy Sect and the Blood Demon Sect, intent only on saving Ye Xing.

“His Majesty liked it at once. But this time is different—one of the squads, newly recruited, captured the Blood Elf Prince Quel’Thalas Sunstrider in Northrend,” Shaw said a little sheepishly.

At this moment, the Death Angel, Lifael, and Holo were together, making their way to welcome their final companion.