Chapter 32: Both Eldest and Second Brother Are Fighting Over His Woman

Meng Shuyue planned to visit the photo studio tomorrow to take a picture to send to him along with the letter. At the very end of the letter, after much hesitation, she finally wrote the words "miss you" in the closing line. She thought that even though they had never met in person, after a month of correspondence, they had established a pen-pal relationship, and she had come to understand his temperament to some extent.

Although he did not fit her ideal of physical beauty, she admired the heroic soul beneath his appearance—one willing to risk everything to save others.

Huang Yangming was officially recommended by Xiao Yi as the commander of Yong’an Fort, but in reality, he was one of the three sergeants in the Yong’an garrison.

I was surprised again to learn that Cheng Fuhai was acquainted with the notorious Golden Flower Bandit, and from what he said, their relationship seemed quite close.

Seeing the steam locomotive come to life, Li Zhi nodded approvingly. This first attempt by Old Su San to build such a steam engine was already an impressive feat.

From the rear, Wu Yuan chuckled quietly. At that distance, what power could a bird gun really have? He had just laughed a few times and hadn’t yet had the chance to joke with Ezhe.

The Xia family constable dragged the prisoner’s corpse onto the stone platform, and only then was I able to clearly see the prisoner’s face.

“Mom, why didn’t you tell me about this before?” Lu Yun’s mouth dropped open. In her previous life, none of this had happened; both her cousins had married and started families smoothly in Haicheng.

When faced with such a stubborn fool, there was no need to hold back. Thus, she activated the Divine Axe’s power, applying pressure until the optimal effect was achieved.

At that moment, three fiery red beams suddenly blazed at the foot of the eastern mountain, streaking like red meteors as they shot rapidly toward the two monsters before the Divine Dragon Gate.

Upon hearing Dorgon’s words, the generals all calmed down. No matter how sturdy Li Zhi’s camp was, it could not justify risking the fate of the Qing dynasty for just one outpost. If they continued to avoid raids beyond the frontier, the Qing would rapidly decline.

Recently, Emperor Qiyuan seemed to walk with the wind at his back. During today’s court session, someone raised the routine proposal to appoint an empress. Everyone thought it would be ignored as before, but this time, things took a different turn.

To Chi Wan, Feng Yiheng was a miraculous presence. When she felt abandoned by the whole world, he was the one who saved her.

I didn’t truly need to go to the restroom; I just suddenly felt the need to pause midway. The feeling was strange—as if if I kept driving forward, something bad was bound to happen. I attributed it to a strange premonition, one that had saved my life more than once.

Even though he had no strength left to kick Rong Xi, in his final moments, he used the last vestiges of his inner power to send Yaya to the mountaintop.

He exhaled deeply, then began to tell me a story—a story that completely overturned my long-held understanding of the world.

After dealing with Hua Qiangu, I rose into the sky once more. Dream Immortal had caught up by then, and seeing me destroy Hua Qiangu’s Nascent Soul, he too breathed a sigh of relief.

Suddenly, my phone vibrated. I checked it and saw a message from Baffent: “All preparations complete. Begin the vigorous counterattack!” As soon as Ye Feng read the message, the stock of the Pingyuan family surged sharply. Both Ye Feng and Pingyuan Xiangzi were taken aback.

“I’m tired today. Let’s go back,” Zhang Lu said wearily. Without waiting for Han Wei’s reply, she headed straight down.

“Brother, it’s getting dark. Let’s hurry,” said Li Chun, who had come in unnoticed while Han Wei was lost in thought. The deputy director was already at the door, holding the keys, clearly ready to lock up.

Seeing this, everyone felt a mix of amusement and helplessness—how long would it take to finish grinding these jade pieces? Even if someone was anxious, no one dared to urge them. These jade pieces were worth millions; if a grinding ball broke, who would compensate for the loss?