Chapter Thirty-Nine: Going Together to Watch a Play at Great-Uncle's House

Su Zihan secretly told Ji Han all of Song Miaoke’s concerns.

There were certain things couples could not keep from each other; they had to be explained clearly.

No one possessed an all-knowing perspective. They could not expect the other person to guess everything, for the more one guessed, the more easily problems arose.

In any case, everything that needed to be said had been said. What happened next was up to the two of them.

When Song Yu came to chat with Su Zihan about gossip, the conversation turned to this matter. She genuinely felt that Su Zihan was doing everything she could for the relationship between those two.

There was red wine, seafood, smoked meat, and every kind of fresh fruit and vegetable. The dazzling spread was almost overwhelming. Perhaps deliberately catering to the ubiquitous heavyset men aboard the ship, the food was extraordinarily abundant. Even at this late hour, people still streamed in endlessly for a midnight snack.

The reinforcements Bilu had brought were dismantled just like that. It ended somewhat anticlimactically—who could blame them, with Emperor Forty-Nine standing right beside them?

After taking two punches from the goblin slave and goblin raider who charged up from behind, Ning Hai finally managed to escape again.

He forced himself to swallow his pride and apologized to Wang Shishi in front of everyone, then dissolved the contract between her and Fang Hong.

One scream after another rang out. Seeing this, Li Qing could not help revealing a satisfied smile. At that moment, he also sensed a ripple coming from the spatial passage below. He immediately recalled the Fire Soul Pearl and fled rapidly in the opposite direction.

“Whoosh, whoosh.” The instant those words left his mouth, five streaks of light flashed inside. Only Ning Hai and Meng Xin remained where they were.

Yet this was a sword with a spirit, and in the hands of a mortal youth, it revealed its true form. The last time it had been drawn was decades ago, when Zeng Ming wielded it against a thousand-year-old serpent demon.

Before this, Xiao Cuixin had been led by Lu Wanli to an inn two miles behind the royal tent, where she could rest.

The Young Master had already guessed some of the truth behind these tangled circumstances, so for now, it was better to rely on himself. Figures like Gong Butian and the Tiger King appeared to belong to the same faction as the Young Master, but in reality, they were pursuing the same scheme as Empress Ye Bihuang: they hoped to obtain some benefit from the Young Master’s rise.

Ning Hai slowly moved toward Hunter Gale’s back. Having learned from their previous encounter, he did not rush to attack. Instead, he carefully observed the ground behind Hunter Gale.

Alexis felt an immense sense of humiliation. Dying at the hands of the French would have been bearable—that would have meant sacrificing himself for his homeland, Portugal. But if he were killed by a filthy black slave, he feared he would never reach heaven and would instead become an eternal disgrace.

A faint smile touched the corners of the giant serpent’s mouth. It retreated into the cell and paid Chen Chen no further attention.

This was a newly constructed five-story building. Its outer walls were clad in magnificent pale-red granite, giving it an imposing and luxurious appearance. It stood beside the Huangpu River, in one of the liveliest districts of Shanghai, less than five hundred meters in a straight line from the headquarters of Houde Bank.

Before Wu could react, a mysterious force suddenly appeared from nowhere and invaded his body, leaving him utterly unable to resist or dispel it.

Elsewhere, on the Andalusian battlefield in southern Spain, the combined assault of the British army and the Spanish resistance forces finally compelled Soult’s and Victor’s divisions to abandon their prolonged siege of Cádiz. They retreated from the coast and fell back into the inland highlands.

At that moment, Smaug was still sprawled atop mountains of treasure, snoring loudly, with not the slightest sign of waking.

This was undoubtedly adding fuel to the fire. The fierce-looking fat woman’s eyes instantly blazed with fury. She swung her right hand and struck toward the other woman, sending a gigantic golden-scaled fish tail sweeping across the air with a violent, raging force.

Having seen Jiang Fangchang shoot down Zuo Dahu—the foolhardy one who had stepped forward—without the slightest mercy, who else would dare come out and make trouble? One by one, they obediently followed Shi Dongming’s orders.