Chapter 41: How's That for a Slap in the Face?

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With so many people standing guard at the door, Yang Jinyue panicked at once.

She had no idea how much they had heard. Then she shrilled, “Father, Secretary, you’ve finally arrived! Yang Jinyue has been secretly reselling goods!”

“She did it so she could go enjoy herself at the farm. Speculation and profiteering must be punished, and everything she owns must be confiscated!”

Her fierce expression barely concealed her guilt.

A feeling of helplessness beyond her control spread through Yang Jinyue’s heart. She was terrified.

“Come back!” Ning Shan hurriedly reached out to pull her back, but burdened by her heavy body, she slipped and began tumbling down the high steps.

“That went pretty well. I was only worried you’d give us away. I’m not concerned about your brother—he looks exactly like an award-winning actor,” I said with a grin.

Although I knew that her master felt only pity for her, not the affection she imagined, and therefore would not brood over seeing her kiss another man, I could not understand why I still felt as though I had done something wrong.

In that state, Zhang Taibai found it difficult to judge the passage of time, yet he could clearly sense even the slightest change in his body.

But I understood that, by this point, there was no alternative. With a sweep of my sleeve, the golden needle in my hand flew straight into her sword-wielding right arm.

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“A great lawyer is a great lawyer. Such magnanimity,” Shang Lin said in a soft, feminine voice, his fingers slowly tapping the edge of the table.

With no clothing to conceal it, her figure was unbelievably voluptuous—a startling contrast to her usual appearance.

It was already half past nine at night. Jiang Ciyun turned on the television and flipped through the channels one by one, while I brewed two cups of tea and carried them over to the coffee table.

What the British public had generally regarded as a civil war transformed into an international conflict and ultimately became a new world war.

By then, Tian Yinke could no longer tell who was swaying. His eyes had begun to grow unfocused, his head throbbed with the pain of a hangover, and his thoughts were becoming increasingly confused.

The greatest difference between a volunteer army and the garrison system was that the soldiers came from among the common people. They retained their civilian status, were recruited and paid by the government, and served only for their own lifetimes rather than inheriting the military position from generation to generation.

With Chu Ran being such a fool, she was terrified that if he continued speaking, he would somehow deceive her entire clan—or worse, let something deeply embarrassing slip out.

Although Lan Huohuo had not witnessed Xiufeng’s ambush, he was not stupid. From Xiufeng’s actions afterward, along with mine, he could tell that something had happened. Otherwise, he would never have struck as well. I understood his motive perfectly.

“Don’t forget to teach me later!” Acorn’s younger brother shouted to his elder brother. But they seemed to be too far apart, and his brother did not hear him. The younger brother could only sigh helplessly.

“We Mongols worship the strong and dare to challenge them. If someone wants to join the army, that is one thing—but this man has openly insulted us, so he must pay the price.”

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After seeing the wealthy man off, Dong Huang remained full of fighting spirit. The moment he saw Bai Tianxing looking through some things, he immediately went over.

Jin Wa, who had brushed past death several times, stared at the mountain forest. His heart gave a sudden jolt as he vaguely sensed danger.

“Don’t worry. Nothing will happen. There are only a few people looking for trouble. We must trust the country,” Zhou Chen said with a smile, trying to reassure him.

Yue Niang gave him a harsh tongue-lashing, saying that after he had taken over her business and learned her skills, he had saved some of the profits from every sale for her.

The old man looked at the thumbs-up Luo Qi was giving him. He did not actually know what the gesture meant, but judging by Luo Qi’s expression, it was probably a sign of praise.

Afterward, Ou Canghua paid a large sum of money to purchase a sand boat outright, then hired several old sailors and a helmsman.

But neither of them took Peng Ze, who commanded the frontier troops, seriously. The person they truly cared about was the Earl of Xianning, Qiu Yue, who was leading the Three-Thousand Battalion in maneuvers around Kaifeng.

As I spoke, I walked over in that direction. When I passed Hao Dong, I suddenly drew my ritual blade and held it against his throat.

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