Volume 1, Chapter 34: Subjugating the General, Has the School of Strategy Arrived?

The courtiers held their breath, their hearts hammering against their ribs as they waited for Zhu Youjian’s next words.

Zhu Youjian clutched a heavy memorial in his hand, his voice rising sharply: "I had no idea that corruption had become so rampant!"

Although Zhu Youjian did not name names, every minister present knew exactly who he meant.

The four bailiffs were about to continue their tirade, but catching the look on Old He’s face, they suddenly understood the implication.

"Of course not. You’ve already prepared a way to deal with the mastermind, haven't you? However, I suggest you don't move a muscle right now, or our beautiful Princess Charlotte will meet an untimely end." Hartmann’s finger curled gently around the trigger, his posture suggesting he was ready to fire at any moment.

From a rational perspective, this was indeed a conclusion that stood up to scrutiny. Yet, there was one detail everyone had deliberately ignored: the incident in Busan, South Korea, mentioned in Lin Tongxiu’s video, also known as the Awakening Event.

"Regardless, I truly want to thank you for what happened that time," Li Hua’er thought, speaking with sincerity.

By the time Fang Yuhao realized what was happening, he found that everyone around him had already gone; he hadn't even noticed when they left.

"Trainer Sancheng from Cinnabar Island is here to challenge you!" Sancheng issued his declaration of challenge within the vast, empty gym.

As for Xu Beiyou, he was not yet qualified to step into that world; he could only look up to it in silent yearning.

Even while sitting in such a place of indulgence, Zhong Shidao held himself with the sharpness of a blade. Possessing the bearing of a scholar-general, he couldn't even be bothered to speak his thanks, merely narrowing his eyes and offering a slight nod.

The next moment, a cloud-patterned boot stepped onto Lotus Peak. A Daoist in purple robes appeared on the summit and walked slowly toward Gongsun Zhongmou.

The game demonstrator tapped the edge of the AR-1 device. The display flickered briefly before a thumbnail image appeared on the screen.

When Ning Qingyue returned to the main hall with the noble scions, the Fourth Master, Ning Qingqin, and the Eldest Master, Ning Qingchun, were still busy lobbying their clansmen to speak on their behalf. When the Eldest Master caught sight of Ning Qingyue entering, he nudged the Fourth Master with his elbow, signaling him to seize the opportunity and speak.

Needless to say, it was another stormy, earth-shattering night. It was also that very night that I realized just how deeply I had fallen.

Upon reaching the hospital room, my parents, worried about the expense, were already packing. Because of my return, the room was filled with many new items, such as high-end gifts and fruit, which crowded the bedside table.

Jing Chunling had noticed Xue Fei the moment he arrived. She had been watching him out of the corner of her eye, and after hearing what Zhao Ritian said, she flashed a smile at Xue Fei but said nothing.

"Wait!" Zhang Cheng hadn't gone far from the doorway when Master Roshi suddenly chased after him. Zhang Cheng turned back, excited, wondering if the master had changed his mind and decided to teach him a move or two.

The Great Elder glanced at the unconscious Xuanyuan Xue’er lying on the bed, then turned his gaze toward the worried Snow God.

"Long Cen, let’s rest here for the night," Fu Shuai communicated through the psychic link to Long Cen, who was driving the other carriage.

His mind suddenly shifting, Mo Ruisheng recalled something he had once said to Yun Zhi and couldn't help but chuckle, thinking: It has been so long, surely that thing must be ready by now.

Arriving at the police station, he saw his sister-in-law, who had wept until she fainted several times, and his son, whose eyes were rimmed with red.

Seeing that the situation had turned against her, Yu Lian wanted to change her story. She had been careful with her words earlier and hadn't explicitly pointed the finger at her, so the situation had improved slightly. But that was all; the impression she had made on the imperial consorts was already poor.

The Thirteenth Prince was not eloquent, nor was he willing to bicker in public; he simply stared gloomily at the Zhaojia woman in silence. This was what she hated most about him—he always kept his thoughts bottled up, unable to voice his grievances or speak of his suffering, habitually choosing to watch from the sidelines with cold detachment.