43 The Miserable Cao Xiong

Northern Pass.

Yesterday's warm and radiant sun had been replaced today by a biting wind like a knife, with snowflakes swirling through the air.

The Zhao Family Army, an iron cavalry that struck terror into the hearts of their enemies, stood like an impassable iron great wall, guarding the peace of the northwestern borders of the great Jing Dynasty. Deep within this formidable army, however, there was a name that resonated like thunder in the hearts of every soldier—Zhao Zun.

The prestige of Zhao Zun stemmed not only from his extraordinary martial prowess and exceptional mastery of military strategy, but also from his deep devotion to his country and its people.

Wang Linlin had traveled alone to a remote mountainous region. The local villager who came to pick her up saw her wearing high heels and delicate makeup, and thought to herself that she must be here just to put on a show for the cameras.

Finally, after a brief interval of barely two minutes, a long procession of vampire cavalry appeared in sight. Their momentum was majestic, and they evidently possessed absolute confidence, certain they had already secured victory over Xu Cheng.

Even when Lu Huaiqiao occasionally came to visit Su Tang, he was turned away at the door under the pretext that she was far too busy with work and had no time to entertain him.

Yet within this heavily guarded official residence, even though his official rank firmly surpassed that of Chen Qingniu, such a privilege was still denied to him.

"Guess who I am?" Song Ru used a flower to shield her freshly washed face, then slowly walked inside.

Even if Dowager Consort Shen had said something to provoke the Empress Dowager, it hardly warranted such a brutal and fatal blow. Aside from Dowager Consort Shen herself, the only one who likely knew the real reason was Ye Mei, who had remained silently in the shadows by her side as a lifelong protector.

Lu Huaiqiao knew that it would probably be very difficult to persuade her to return this time, especially since Sun Linlin had already uttered such harsh words.

At ten o'clock at night, the bar was just beginning to fill up with patrons. Lu Lingyun found a suitable seat and sat down, watching the people swaying alongside the rhythm of the music.

"Since you put it that way, I can't be bothered to explain myself either. Choosing you today is simply to avenge my younger sister," Shen Haoxuan said with a shrug.

Oddly enough, Da Tong had never suffered from motion sickness. Planes were one thing, but she didn't even feel dizzy inside a tank.

An Ran's lips curved slightly into a smile, though those words happened to touch upon another thought in her mind. "How can I be sure that your heart is truly set on me? Tell me first, who gave you this poison?" As An Ran spoke these words, Bai Shu and another maid happened to walk in carrying buckets of water.

The elderly professors stopped their debate. One plump professor turned his gaze toward Yan Tao, and at first glance, he was momentarily startled by that pair of exceptionally spirited eyes.

Gu Qingyan walked past her, headed straight for the door, and locked the dormitory door from the inside. Then he turned back, grabbed Miao Miao, and shoved her directly onto a nearby chair.

"Did I?" Fu Tiange raised an eyebrow. What exactly had the two little darlings recited just now? Could those really be considered calling out to him?

Down below in the distant valley, a patch of lush greenery looked fresh and natural, yet who could have known that this place was actually a man-eating hell?

"Rumble, rumble..." Her stomach growled to remind her that this was no longer a matter of perseverance; she was genuinely starving.

"Damn it, go to hell!" Hearing the true intentions of his opponent, Xiao Qiang let out a roar, leaped forward, and swung the long saber in his hand straight toward Beichen.

"Divine Doctor Liu, it is cold outside. Let us speak indoors," Zhang Xianlong said, making a polite gesture of invitation before the three of them walked inside.

"What must I give in return?" Lars was well aware that there was no such thing as a free lunch in this world; the greater the gains, the heavier the price one had to pay.

Xu Qian used his spiritual awareness to scan her surroundings, only to observe that her entire body was suffused with surging sword Qi, clearly having reached the realm of perfect harmony between mind and technique.

Looking at the table that had crashed heavily to the ground, along with the various scattered items that had fallen off it, Li Can felt like crying without tears.

Seeing that his cries were entirely in vain, Wu Ming aggrievedly shook his arm and cast an innocent look toward Li Can.

After finishing her makeup, Ming Yue gazed at the stunning and alluring reflection of Li Hong in the mirror, her eyes gradually growing hazy and mesmerized.

They had already found it strange to begin with; given Master Jiu's formidable strength within Xi City, he generally never provoked individuals he couldn't afford to cross and practically walked sideways without a care in the world.