Chapter 56: The Aunt Who Would Not Listen to Reason

The middle-aged aunt glanced back and forth at the group, her tone dripping with unspeakable sarcasm.

"They are educated youths, after all, girls from the city. What is a mere ten cents?"

The aunts kept repeating the same few remarks, every word heavy with mockery and insinuation.

Su Xiaoyun cast a sideways glance at them. "What is wrong with spending money I earned myself?"

The aunt choked on her words, her gaze drifting uncomfortably over them.

"Hmph, not even letting people speak the truth."

Su Xiaoyun had woken up very early. She did not have many belongings to bring—just two bags in total. She picked up her things and headed to the train station ahead of time to wait for Su Zhichao.

As soon as she stepped inside, Su Xiaoyun heard the loudspeaker broadcasting that the train bound for Beiping would depart in twenty minutes.

She looked up at the clock; it was only just nine o'clock sharp.

King Qingjing was already irritated by Lin Yin's escape, and hearing King Ruru's endless chatter only made him lose his patience. He lunged forward and grabbed King Ruru's face, ripping his mask right off.

"Are you asking about Fenglin, or are you trying to ask about His Majesty?" Ever since Zhang Junrou entered the palace, Liu Bingyi had frequently stayed by her side, as if trying to make up for all the lost years. Huo Chengjun had been more or less neglected, a fact that Shangguan Youmeng was well aware of.

By this time, the sky was fully bright. Following the hurricane, the streets could not quite be called devastated, but they were in utter chaos, with broken debris scattered everywhere. Most of the coastal residents' houses were low-built, constructed of stone and wood, and relatively sturdy. Moreover, last night's hurricane was not particularly violent, so no houses had actually collapsed.

Heavily tainted by strong liquor, these rice wines tasted somewhat like the homemade brew villagers drank after a meal, seemingly carrying a trace of sweetness within.

The Emperor's calculation was well-conceived, but he forgot one crucial point: the Jurchen soldiers were fierce wolves and tigers. At first, they might respect you as a superior nation, sensing some lingering foundation and holding a degree of awe toward you. But once they saw through you and realized you were merely a paper tiger, would the Song Dynasty still have any good days left?

P.S.: Is anyone still reading? I might be putting the book on shelves soon, mainly to motivate myself to update diligently. Once it goes on shelves, there won't be any ramblings at the end of the chapters anymore.

We just sent two hundred thousand to Yang An's mother a few days ago, and the daily operations of the inner palace also require funds, especially the casino. Therefore, we basically have no spare cash to spare right now.

"Zhao Yingyan, I will give you one more opportunity. As long as you are willing to submit to me and kill this demon fox, I can let bygones be bygones and even help you ascend to an unprecedented peak," the Holy Emperor asked coldly.

Huo Xian flicked his sleeves with an expression of indignation and left. Yet, his anger stemmed precisely from the fact that every single word Shangguan Youmeng uttered struck directly at the blind spots he had never dared to confront. Because of this, she had been so remarkably well-behaved that day. When she saw Huo Chengjun and Xu Pingjun appear together, perhaps at that very moment, she had also thought that perhaps this was not such a bad outcome after all.

"Palace Master, you cannot always spoil her like this," Red Lotus said with a grievance-laden tone upon seeing a trace of softness in the fairy's expression.

Hu Jingyi finally understood as well, glaring resentfully at Tao Mouwan, who merely glanced back at her with complete detachment.

For someone with such formidable skills to lurk obscurely in the capital for over two years without showing off, it showed just how profound his hidden depths were and how immense a threat he posed to them.

The group each held their own thoughts. For a moment, the forest fell as dead silent as a chicken, until a pair of clueless wild rabbits and pheasants trotted over to peek, prompting Gu Yan to casually shoot and kill them on the spot.

As for the Sword Saint, the person chosen by destiny, it was all in accordance with fate, and he was bound to bring it into existence.

"Rather than gazing longingly at fish in the water, it is better to go home and weave a net. What does my lord think?" Liu Bowen said once again.

Caught completely off guard, an atomic bomb even more powerful than the previous one blasted him straight into outer space. His health bar was instantly wiped clean, his soul drifted into the cosmos and could never descend, leaving him in a daze ever since.

For Madam Yan's birthday, because of the previous misunderstanding regarding Lu Xinyan, as well as the relationships Wu Zhen and Yan Qingruo shared with Lu Xinyan, she had invited her along.

Inside was a rosewood canopy bed, a large table, and several stools. Hanging on the wall to the left was a portrait of a handsome man dressed in white, carrying a long sword on his back.

What the hell! Again? What on earth about him was worthy of her pity, looking at him like that? He was the ruler of the world, the master of all subjects, and the entire realm belonged to him. What could he possibly have that would make her pity him?

Tang Xueying severed the heavy man's head, placed it into a watertight freshness-sealing bag, and zipped it tight.

At this moment, the four M1117 armored vehicles had not departed. Instead, they remained in place waiting for Leichen. Over a dozen US soldiers were clustered together studying the quadcopter drone that had crashed just moments earlier. Upon seeing Leichen, they immediately swarmed around him to greet him warmly, filled with curiosity about his exoskeleton armor.

This was a downhill stretch, narrow and low-ceilinged. Meng Qi had no choice but to half-crouch, probing his steps one by one. He estimated that he must have walked several thousand meters, yet the road continued to stretch downward indefinitely, showing no signs of ending.

Afterward, the various departments also expressed their approval one after another. "Alright, let's work hard then!" Young Master Heng encouraged everyone with full confidence.

The sun was obscured by dark clouds at some point, and a cold wind began to pick up. In the blink of an eye, a flash of lightning split the air, and the rain that had been pent up for so long poured down like large beans. On the martial arts arena, Jian Jiong gazed solemnly at the two figures currently entangled in fierce combat.

"And within these three hundred years, there is one more thing you must do: find an opportunity to kill Lin Yu for me," that voice said faintly.

"Young Master Lin, you surely aren't planning to capture important members of the Smith family, are you?" Ni Chao could not help feeling a pang of shock.

"Instead, he wants to frame the company, hoping drugs will be discovered here. But if Fengxing collapses, what good would it do him? Is it not wonderful to be the vice president of such a great company? In Ma'anshan, or perhaps even across the entire country, there are probably very few positions more glorious than this one?" Tang Huina looked at Qin Yaotian in utter puzzlement.

Facing the verbal threats from the foreigner, Yun Xuan showed no sign of intimidation or retreat. Countless people had said such things to him in the past, and none of their ends had ever been pleasant.