Chapter 62: The Cousin

A few days later, the Zhang brother and sister from Bohai arrived at the capital.

The Prince of Zhangwu personally greeted them outside the palace gates, observing every courtesy to the fullest.

Their maternal cousin, Zhang Yun, nineteen years of age, possessed a tall, upright posture and a handsome visage. Their maternal cousin, Zhang Jingwan, had a slender figure, a fair and lovely face, and gentle eyes devoid of any arrogant demeanor.

Zhang Yun came to the capital every year to deliver tribute, so he was somewhat familiar with the Prince of Zhangwu. For Zhang Jingwan, however, this was her first time traveling far from home. Upon meeting the noble and refined Prince of Zhangwu, her cheeks grew slightly warm as she hastily curtsied.

"We have failed. Do with us as you will, kill us or carve us up, but we will not disclose any information about our employer," one of them spoke up at that moment.

"This was certainly not my idea! If you want to blame someone, blame your Eighth Brother! It was he who suggested we sneak in!" Night Sky smiled as he looked at Yu'er and said.

A wild, roaring sound erupted from deep within the city of Bianjing. A hundred-zhang-tall giant was glowing, its blazing white light shooting straight into the sky.

Although somewhat unpracticed and rather time-consuming, Shi En still gave her a top rating for her assistance.

A child's face in the month of June changes at a moment's notice; the entire city of Jiangyun was being fiercely battered by a torrential downpour. Gu Fan, who had just sprinted out of the factory through the rain, wore a face full of sorrow.

Just as the two of them fell into utter despair, a figure in black descended abruptly. Before they even had a chance to react, spatial fluctuations surged all around the newcomer, and in less than the blink of an eye, everyone vanished from the spot.

Before Emperor Hongwu unified the realm, in the early days of his uprising, rebellions flared up across the land. There were numerous grass-roots heroes who raised armies and declared themselves independent. They had clashed with Emperor Hongwu countless times, even driving him to desperate straits on several occasions. Yet Emperor Hongwu possessed immense destiny, allowing him time and again to avert disaster and make a comeback.

Fatty Han and his companion dared not offend him. Who knew, perhaps in a few days he would be their direct superior.

The hall master of the White Lotus Sect was still in a daze. Never in his wildest dreams had he expected that with a single move, the other party would utterly annihilate all hundred-plus of his death-bound slaves, and do so in such a clean and decisive manner.

Everything was precisely as the two Sky People had said. Under the influence of the high echelons of Yellow Mud City, the city had been completely turned into a farm for the Sky People, while its former leaders had been reduced to loyal hounds guarding the vegetable patch.

"Your Majesty, how is the pizza?" Halu had just casually suggested grabbing a bite when Annie turned to ask Qiyi.

Nowadays, the entertainment industry in China featured a vast number of reality shows, yet they essentially all followed the routine of the production team devising various ways to make things difficult for the guests.

Su Qingyu's white dress made her condition all the more glaringly obvious, and the other three were faring no better, though they did not look quite as disheveled as she did.

While everyone was engaged in lively discussions, the main feature of the show continued to air. The fashion show was followed by group divisions; naturally, Qiyi and Song Yuqing were in the same group, while Han Luo and Xu Anqi were paired together.

This was a gluttonous creature completely devoid of brains! The sword spirit sighed silently, setting up a barrier around the area and shaking out the gathered spiritual treasures.

Zhang Liang, Gui Li, Lu Xueqi, and Jin Ping'er transformed into four streaks of light, looking as though they were about to charge right in, only to find a dark shadow lunging toward them from behind—it was none other than the endlessly roaring Black Water Mysterious Serpent.

As fate would have it, Banyue was passing by at that moment. Hearing Princess Lotus's curses and seeing a man behaving in a licentious manner, he immediately stepped forward, delivered a kick to Prince Beixue's back, and dragged Princess Snow Lotus out from the crook of his arm, pulling her behind him to protect her.

And there were many, many more things—not merely confined to the persistence of a single decade, but carried forward endlessly until complete fulfillment.

One of the guards hurriedly rushed into the Grand Tutor's mansion with Zhao Yang to summon help, while the other guard cast a surprised glance at Sikong Chanyue.

Uncle Qin was still unaware of her plans, nor did he know that Li Peilan had already found out about Rong Yue's "boyfriend." Though he found it rather strange in his heart, he agreed nonetheless.

Fu Yanli was in the midst of drinking his black coffee when he suddenly found it more bitter than usual. What on earth was going on?