Chapter 76: The Crown Prince's Dream

Thirty gleaming long blades were pressed against Feng Shengtang and his companions. Their faces turned ashen with terror, yet none of them dared to move a muscle.

Seeing this, over a dozen constables immediately tossed their swords and sabers to the ground with a loud clang, crouching down with their hands over their heads in surrender.

“Your Highness, what is the meaning of this?” Feng Shengtang feigned ignorance, once again questioning the crown prince.

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How she longed to tell him how stern Chu Lingfeng was, how malicious Jing Yin could be, how dreadful the food was in the East Sea… The days when he was not by her side always felt endless and unbearable.

With Xu Yuan’s bold words, the entire carriage fell silent in an instant—just like a classroom during middle school; for a moment, aside from the roaring of the train, not a sound could be heard. I also noticed that some of the college students had quietly taken out their phones, perhaps hoping to capture something on camera.

At that moment, the wooden door swung open. Gao Shan halted his searching hand and looked up at an elderly man who seemed to carry a breeze about him. The old man gazed back at him, as if regarding a restless ant—perhaps this was the greatest disparity in the world.

Although the Huangfu Qingming before Qiu He no longer shone with that extraordinary brilliance, subconsciously, Qiu He sensed that Huangfu Qingming was never far from the brink of madness.

I stopped arguing with her about who was or wasn’t adorable, walked over to the cabinet, picked up a pack of cigarettes, and lit one.

Many former advocates of severing all economic ties with Japan now flocked to the Japanese enclave with words of comfort, as if they had been old friends for years.

“Yue, after your identity is restored, you’ll likely experience great changes. You should prepare yourself mentally,” Ye Yu broke the silence with her candid remark.

“Of course, the one thing I have in abundance is time,” replied Sister Shi Yu, who never uttered words that would make others feel embarrassed or awkward—her kindness was so genuine it made one’s heart ache.

Especially his right hand—even though its formidable regenerative power had healed it, the original injury was so severe that he still could not use it strenuously.

Yet, to think that this man named Zhao Kuangluan would be forever lost to the Zhuo family—or to this world—seemed too cruel. Whether for Zhao Kuangluan or for Zhuo Yue, the more stubborn the child, the harder it was to escape the trap of their own obsessions.

Uesugi Keiko peered at Guo Nianfei through her glasses. She had waited so long for this moment—almost ten years. What she desired most was not for the Uesugi family to achieve anything grand, but simply for Guo Nianfei to acknowledge her, to let her remain by his side.

First came a heavy, resounding blow, followed by the jarring vibration of bones in both hands.

For over a decade, Milan wore nothing but military uniforms or clothes she had bought many years ago. She feared Lao Tang’s enthusiasm, so she did not call for him.

Today was not only Ling Xue’er’s coming-of-age ceremony, but also her engagement to Guo Nianfei—though few knew this. Guo Nianfei drove to the entrance of the club, parked the car, and like a true gentleman, opened the door for Ling Xue’er, bending down and extending his hand to help her out. Ling Xue’er smiled gently and stepped out of the car beside him.

Within the Starforge Furnace, another figure wrapped in silvery radiance saw that the two seemed poised to continue their argument. With a frown, he spoke up in time to put a stop to it.

A dozen or so thugs surrounded them, some wielding clubs, swinging them toward Zhu Biao.

Du Gu Shuqin, realizing the other party was merely stalling for time, ignored him and raised her long sword for a third time, slashing toward him.

Princess Lisa had fallen deeply in love with Grand Marshal Yang Zhilie. King Pishuo Delong of the Pisang Kingdom held Yang Zhilie in great esteem and ultimately agreed to the marriage. After a grand royal wedding was held in Pisang, the group of masters and disciples continued to assist Grand Marshal Yang Zhilie as he advanced eastward to reclaim the city of Yutian.