Chapter 114: The Plan in the Snowy Cabin

Vade obliterated the slave trader’s cave, leaving no trace behind. The three captured youths gazed at the snow-covered site with complex expressions, realizing their fates had been irrevocably altered. Their pasts were buried there alongside the dead; from this moment on, they were forbidden from speaking their names, existing only as Number One, Number Two, and Number Three. Vade, accompanied by the three remaining skeletons, boarded the sleigh driven by Igna. He pointed in a direction.

The Dragon Empress walked with her pale gold gown trailing behind her, radiating unparalleled grace. She approached and took Wang Dao’s large hand in hers.

The wealthy admirers of Li Shishi in Bianjing launched various initiatives to pray for her recovery, wishing for her to return soon and continue blessing them with her beautiful, moving voice. Yet, without exception, none dared to flock to see her as they once had.

"Wow, there's even misuse of public funds for dining at school?" Li Lulu exclaimed, her face filled with disbelief.

"Can you tell me about A-Fei? Having these doubts in my heart is just too uncomfortable." Tong Zhou chuckled, a sharp glint flashing deep within his eyes, though it was tightly concealed by his overflowing mirth.

Gunshots rang out behind us, and I knew it was Zhang Zheng. Suddenly, I could no longer suppress my emotions; tears gushed forth, and I wept uncontrollably. I pressed my hands tightly over my mouth, afraid that any sound I made might disrupt Zhang Zheng's aim. Cheng Xiang’s hand on my shoulder tightened, offering silent strength.

The tableware displayed here was fixed to the tables! No matter how hard I tried to pry or pull at them, they remained motionless, as if bonded to the surface with industrial-strength adhesive.

Sure enough, after less than the time it takes for a stick of incense to burn, the path ahead suddenly opened up. A vast darkness lay before us; at the entrance, the light stopped abruptly, as if blocked by some invisible barrier, unable to penetrate the hall beyond.

Fortunately, there were still many days before Wu Song’s assault on Erlong Mountain, giving Wu Zhi time to gradually devise a perfect solution.

However, Huang Zhi did not erupt in anger, which surprised everyone. Could it be that the master had truly conceded?

Leaving the Hebei front aside for the moment, Wu Zhi’s various businesses in Qingzhou were now on track. With Song Jiang, Xiao Rang, and Wu Yong there to help, Wu Zhi finally had more free time. He had recently begun to look like a true academy headmaster, participating in daily management and teaching at the Qingzhou Academy’s Fine Arts branch.

Yet, Duke Sui believed that since the incident in Menshak, he hadn't even managed his own affairs, let alone figured out how to compensate Gu Yang. He surmised that Gu Yang’s arrival was not for the sake of negotiation.

After all, this was within the grotto-heaven, where people from all sects and schools gathered, including those who harbored ill intent toward them. Gu Fei naturally could not afford to be disturbed while speaking with Xiu Lin.

Entering the entertainment industry did not require an exceptionally high starting point, and Luo Hong had sufficient time to fully integrate into the circle.

"But Aunt, Uncle, please don't be like this..." Chang Sichun wailed, clearly terrified. Wasn't she supposed to be married to the Prince? Why was it this aging Uncle instead?

It seemed Grandmother trusted no one, though she had never truly trusted the old Taoist priest Chu Mo and his companions. I still remembered how much Grandmother detested Tianshan; the first time she met the old priest, she had been so incensed that she sent him packing back to Beijing.

After all, the greatest enemy of the Heaven Thunder Sect in the East had previously been the Nether Path, and apart from them, few others possessed the strength to threaten the Sect Master.

In truth, she had miscalculated. Even if Feng Chenyun did not possess such formidable combat skills, Ling Mofeng would still have remained fiercely loyal to him. Their bond had long transcended any need for justification, for they were brothers by blood.

In this round, she did not yield. In the power struggles of the harem, mere displays of weakness were never enough to keep the peace.