Chapter 101: The Grand Performance

As soon as Qin Huiyin touched down, she called inward, “Mother...”

After a long moment, Li Taohua rushed out of the room, fastening her buttons as she came, and asked anxiously, “What happened, girl?”

Qin Huiyin: “...”

Li Taohua’s little face was flushed red, and her neck was covered in marks. It was clear how fierce the newlywed couple had been while they were out.

She seemed to have come back at the wrong time.

“I saw the courtyard gate was open, and you two weren’t...”

From the time of Empress Wu onward, the Tubo people, whose national strength had climbed several levels, began a full-scale war for supremacy with the Tang. The Hexi region fell time and again, and even Xue Rengui, the war god of an age, was routed by the Tubo, his lifetime of glory tainted in his final years.

As for infants and the like... though it was a pity, they could only be thrown in with those headless corpses.

He had seen the signs for himself, yet said nothing and did not ask her for medicine. Instead, he had her come forward to take his pulse. Had he already decided she was softhearted and easy to bully?

What Mo Li had not told Gu An’an was that, when that man died, he had glared at him viciously, making him feel as though he were unworthy of living in this world, unworthy of love.

Zheng Mingshan drew in a sharp breath. Those two slaps had made his cheeks burn with pain. Both sides of his face were swollen and red.

The same Luo Weili, who had never even been in love, had somehow become a master of romance at that very moment.

If Jiang Hou truly could not find the traitorous scoundrel within ten days, would that first prince really take Jiang Hou’s life? At the thought, a trace of worry and self-reproach crept into Du Mi’s expression.

This scene, in both sound and smell, gave Varian’s soldiers an utterly terrifying experience.

Meanwhile, on the street over there, the people arranged by the deputy village chief to sell rabbits had earned several thousand yuan in just one day.

Li Xuan’s eyes flickered faintly, and whatever he was thinking, only he knew. There were many things he understood, many things he could only pretend not to know. The heavier the burden on his shoulders, the more he needed strength enough to bear it.

Of course, singing required a good voice. As for acting on television, if someone backed you, then even a pig wanting to stand before the public was no longer a big deal.

If things were pushed too far all at once, it would be easy to frighten someone into madness, even to shock them so badly that their liver and gallbladder ruptured and they died on the spot.

On the high platform stood a semicircular sofa, and Jing Qiongyue was slumped in it. Two enormous torches, fixed to long poles, had been thrust diagonally among the dolls, and their blazing flames illuminated the night sky.

As soon as Li Yisheng finished speaking, three black shadows fell from the air and smashed onto the ground outside the pavilion.

“You...” To his surprise, the man, seeing Mu Chen’s imposing presence, really did seem a little intimidated. He clenched his teeth tightly, but did not dare make a real move.

At the thought of how terrible things could become, Long Yuner’s black spear was pressed, unable to stop, against Butler Jin’s head. Bound by a soldier’s duty, Long Yuner had resolved to stop a possible tragedy.

“I don’t need you to keep me company. We belong to two different worlds, so we’re destined never to be together! Stop forcing it,” Chen Ran said earnestly.

It was unclear whether the Star Luo Empire had let more spectators in today, but the crowd in Star Luo Square was especially dense. People were packed shoulder to shoulder, squeezed together so tightly that everywhere one looked there was only a dark, heaving mass.

She hurriedly placed the computer on the desk and opened it. The desktop was the same as before, still showing the photo of her grandmother and her in the vegetable garden, with everything inside unchanged.

The contact watched calmly. A ghost entering the walls was indeed troublesome. If there had been a weapon, the wall could have been shattered, but he was empty-handed.

He Ye was sleeping groggily when someone dragged him down and kicked him twice. Though he had wanted to be a writer, he still had a little temper, and even his glasses were smashed.

In short, whoever became the overlord was fine, as long as it was not an outsider taking that position. That would make them lose face terribly.