Chapter 43: The Empress’s Reward Arrives at the Residence

Impressed by her superb brocade-weaving skills, the Empress Dowager held Yan Chaonian in higher regard and even harbored plans to establish an academy in the capital, inviting Yan Chaonian to teach there. For women of ordinary families, mastering a craft that could sustain them would make life much easier, whether in their maiden homes or their marital households, allowing them to support themselves even if they never wed.

However, this matter still required her careful consideration.

After a short while, the Emperor arrived as well, his gaze also falling upon Yan Chaonian. Having learned from the Empress that she was skilled in the brocade-weaving of the Southwest,

Following closely behind, the officers and soldiers in the other command carriages began to follow Song Tianming's lead, resolutely stepping out of the carriages—second, third, fourth... Before long, member after member of the command headquarters walked past Jin Bin one by one.

Faced with such a scene and such an ambiguous atmosphere, Han Lianyi roared with uncontrollable fury, "What on earth are you two doing?!"

His weary eyes and dimming gaze met her tear-stained face, so desolate and reluctant to part, yet he smiled.

When a certain action becomes a universal behavior across society, one can no longer speak of remaining aloof and unconcerned. At such times, cold detachment is not a form of self-preservation, but rather stark non-conformity. Choosing to become an outlier invariably comes with a price—either being isolated or being targeted.

His pupils were as warm and tender as jade at that moment, looking so gentle. Was this truly the Han Ziyhe she used to know? He was now so serene and tranquil, devoid of the戾气 (harshness and hostility) she had seen in him before. Sleepiness gradually washed over Han Lianyi, and she drifted into a sweet slumber. Tonight, she would surely have a sweet dream.

However, since the Volunteer Army relied primarily on infantry, the air cover provided was mainly equipped with high-explosive bombs and napalm designed to destroy living targets; as for anti-tank munitions, none had been allocated at all.

For all these years, they had merely maintained a relationship as friends without making any further progress. This indeed seemed somewhat extraordinary.

Siyan was silent for a few seconds before she spoke, "Brother, go tell everyone that I am fine, I just suddenly felt a bit down." In the blink of an eye, Siyan recovered her previous cheerfulness, which managed to perplex An Xiqin and drive him out of the room.

The Eldest Young Master's palace was truly magnificent and resplendent, surpassing even the scenery of Jiangnan. Within the palace grounds, a waterfall transformed into the Flying Cloud Lake, where the water and sky merged into one. The surface was calm and ripple-free, as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the flying clouds in the sky.

Hearing Chen Chen mention his own family, Datou, and Datou's family, Zhao Xin slowly let out a breath of relief. This was the best news he had heard since the outbreak of the virus.

"What kind of people are you, daring to block the imperial highway in broad daylight? I'd say you're tired of living," Baili Mang cursed angrily.

Lingyao did not take it to heart either. After all, traveling through the martial world, it was completely normal for someone to hire assassins to kill her; she just wondered which enemy of hers had so much money to spare.

Just a moment ago, Lin Qing had introduced the entire plan thoroughly to Li Zhanfeng.

"I went to such deliberate lengths to deal with you; why are you still saving me?" Mu Shiyou asked with a puzzled expression.

"Will your Mo family truly offer us protection and sincerely guide us?" the thief-mouse asked in a deep voice.

"Impossible!" Lei Yun's breathing grew rapid, and his eyes turned red. Through his flying sword, he had clearly sensed that Chen Fan was right here, yet in the blink of an eye, the opponent had vanished.

She had always believed that her talent was not actually lacking, and that she had ended up like that only because the spiritual energy of this realm was too thin.

Seeing that the old man was genuinely angered, Dorin restrained herself somewhat and walked out, feeling both unreconciled and furious.

"Divine restriction is not a legend; it truly exists. Do you want to know what they do?" As the central figure of the impending monstrous wave, Wuming appeared somewhat carefree, looking as though he couldn't wait to show off.

She had a vague suspicion in her heart that the so-called traction seemed to be a process of absorption. Upon touching those wraiths, she could feel a continuous stream of energy pouring into her body, giving her the illusion of coming back to life.