Chapter 129: The Royal Carriage

Zunyou was not at the manor today. Before leaving, he had already instructed Liu Jiu to drive the manor’s carriage and accompany Wen Yueqing back. Liu Jiu waited in the front courtyard, ready to depart as soon as Wen Yueqing had finished preparing.

Wen Yueqing stood before a large floor-length mirror, turning to inspect herself; she was quite satisfied with her appearance today. This mirror had been specially commissioned by Zunyou and had taken over two months to craft. Although it did not quite compare to the mirrors of the modern era...

If not for that phone call and the three years of grueling, bleak times that followed, Rong Qian might have remained lost in the joy of their reunion.

Yelu Mengge had always viewed the Great Song Dynasty’s absurd tradition of guarding against military officers as nothing more than a joke.

Jiang Fang had always considered himself a gentleman, and for years, he had honed his sharp tongue; when he chose to be truly wicked, his biting wit was truly invincible.

Aurum boarded the cloud-chariot, gripping his scepter as he gazed at the flames atop the city walls, nodding to the drummer beside him.

If one were to ask what it felt like to pass from one world into another, Savi’s answer would be that it was worse than death. It was like being in an elevator that had climbed a hundred stories, only for the steel cables to snap; the sensation of weightlessness was absolute agony.

Perhaps it was truly cold. She pressed her hands against her nose and buried her head into the crook of his shoulder. Her slightly pale face remained tranquil; her thick eyelashes cast shadows like dense fans, and beneath her elegant, straight nose, her lips—pressed together—revealed a natural pink. The peach-blossom shape of her mouth made it seem almost tempting to capture and devour.

Otherwise, having finally secured a marriage arrangement for Xu Ziheng—one that the old mistress herself had favored and approved of—how could they easily agree to call off the engagement?

Because Savi’s perspective was limited to a narrow gap, he could only see the shoes and the hand that placed them; he could not see whose hand it was.

Tian Hu occupied Hebei; if he were not quelled in time and allowed to expand his influence, he would pose a constant threat to the city of Dongjing Bianliang.

The master of Murong Rourou was utterly shocked by what he witnessed. He saw countless people weeping in pain as they were bullied. It could be said that no matter how miserable their cries, the master of Murong Rourou acknowledged the stone-heartedness he saw. Yet, the tears on his own hands truly terrified him.

Following the instructor into a large, guarded room, Rustar stood there, momentarily stunned.

He was famous now, one of the three great directors of Huaxia. Investors scrambled to throw money at him; even though he was notoriously hard on budgets and his film productions were incredibly expensive, there was still a line of people waiting to provide funds—they were plentiful and generous, after all, he had never once lost money over all these years.

"Uh..." Xiao Yi could not help but feel embarrassed. He hurriedly followed Deng Shichang to the side of the large man, looking out at the bustling street with a sense of unease.

Song Weili paused, looking at her as if he wanted to say something; his lips moved, but the words remained unspoken.

"It's not over yet." Leaning against the wall, Qian Ye’s fingers clenched. The bone arrows shattered instantly, blasting Corvinus and the stone wall that pinned him into pieces, sending a cloud of stone dust into the air.

Although he had anticipated this result, Bai Gang was still stunned when he heard the confirmation from Karlosso.

At noon, Li An delivered a meal for the patient and saw Huzi at the hospital, but he did not see Hu Jing.

For instance, the current steering wheel was merely an iron hoop, incredibly crude; Zhou Nan could envision a design for a much more elegant one.

For days, Lu Zusheng had persisted in lingering outside the Zhao household, hoping for a chance to meet Zhao Chenchen. However, whether by coincidence or design, he had staked out the place for days without catching a single glimpse of her, and Lu Zusheng could only offer a bitter smile.

Watching Liu Qiang, who had not yet made a move ahead of him, the pressure in Li Tianfeng’s heart continued to mount. Was he truly destined to retreat and rely solely on the protection of the Ice Zither to survive this danger?