113. Making Connections
“You... you crazy woman! You’re talking nonsense! You’re slandering me!”
Liu Jingming was completely shattered by Lin Mi’s series of precise strikes and revelations. His mental defenses collapsed entirely, and he was furious and humiliated beyond measure.
His face flushed red, muscles twitching in rage, he cursed wildly as he charged toward Lin Mi, seemingly intent on attacking her.
“I’ll have you know you’re the one talking nonsense! I’ll have you know you’re slandering me!”
He shouted hysterically, utterly disregarding the occasion. Meanwhile, Princess Honglian had been beaten in public, and the Han Palace had not responded. Although Chancellor Zhang Kai was also a noble, compared to these two, he was insignificant.
“If you don’t believe me, then stay here. I don’t care!” Fang Ming was also irritated and unwilling to waste time explaining to these people.
The opening credits appeared, revealing the production companies: Huaxia Star and Yinghuang from Port City, and Tianyu from the mainland.
The camera shifted to the killer, a man in his forties from an island nation. Upon seeing the system prompt, his expression brightened. He immediately ceased firing, put away his gun, and turned to run down the hillside.
Besides, five plots of land would never be enough. He planned to continue contracting and cultivating more land, and once he had enough money, he intended to lease the Longtan Mountain at the back of the hill.
Tibert grew increasingly anxious. He had wanted everyone to put on the rat suits before scratching the cats’ backs, but now it was clear there was no time for that!
After Chen Luo ascended the mountain, he inspected the canal, which was progressing normally. It would probably be navigable in about a year and a half. He also checked on the five-star hotel, where the foundation work was complete. At the current pace, the hotel would be finished in about five months.
Mariko hesitated but greeted him, while Nobukatsu Yashitada ignored her and instead looked toward Su Bai.
Outside the city, the allied forces of the Gong family and the Han barbarians, already thrown into chaos after their defeat inside the city, were caught off guard by the sudden attack launched from behind by Ma Zhou and his men, unable to mount any defense.
The three Flower Revered Ones dared to swagger boldly into the Qingxuan Sect because they had obtained some intelligence about this world from Jiang Yan.
Not wasting the precious chance to escape, Yang Jinglei pushed himself to the limit once more. With his qi and blood surging, his speed skyrocketed, and within moments, he vanished completely from this region.
The stall owner packed up his goods, wiped the sweat from his brow, smiled, and exchanged a few words with another vendor before riding away on his cart.
“You and I will continue on to Lugou Village. We’re a bit short-handed, and I’m afraid we won’t be able to track the ghost bandits’ movements in time. After we rendezvous with the eldest brother, we’ll return. Those twenty ghost bandits must die today!” Ye Heng declared resolutely.
Princess Yijia was determined to go, and Elder Lady Yan did not dare stop her, smiling as she said, “Princess, please.” She personally accompanied the princess as her guide.
“Amitabha. My Buddhist teachings are shallow; if I have misunderstood the true meaning, I beg for your forgiveness, benefactor,” the old monk said, setting down his bowl and chopsticks, folding his hands in prayer.
“Tenth Sister, you’re too cunning. We haven’t even agreed yet, and you’ve already spoken for us, and so much at once. What are we supposed to say now?” Yan Hong pouted in displeasure.
Everyone vaguely guessed the crown princess’s intention behind hosting the Flower Festival, making Yan Qiu’s opinion—who was close to the crown princess—very important. They all hoped to leave a favorable impression on Yan Qiu.
Yet you insisted on constant chauffeuring. It might not be obvious now, but after repeated trips, when more people see it, won’t they think you’re mad?
Yang Jian recalled passing a seemingly decent restaurant not far from here when he first arrived. He decided to backtrack and have his meal there.
“Yes, servant takes her leave,” she said as she retreated to the screen, then turned and left. Instead of returning to her room to rest, she exited through the inn’s back door to the place Lu Jue had told her about that morning, intending to look for him.