Volume 1, Chapter 40: Are You Really No Longer the Young Marshal?

"Then what about your second concubine?" Qu Pan smiled slyly, though her eyes were chillingly cold.

The two spoke in the same hushed whispers, their warmth and subtle scents mingling in the close space, as if they might kiss at any moment.

"Cough, cough, cough, cough..." Qu Hanzhi coughed forcefully.

Chu Hanliang cast a mocking glance at Qu Hanzhi and continued whispering. "She is my mother’s second concubine, not mine."

Qu Pan did not believe him. "Could she have entered the Young Marshal's mansion without your consent?"

Chu Hanliang clicked his tongue. "Before you say that, you should go to the Young Marshal's mansion and see the life she leads there."

"Cough, cough..."

Qu Pan clicked her tongue. "Father, are you feeling unwell?"

*Seeing you and that young brat acting so intimate is what's making me...*

Although some players on the team this season, such as Mozgov and the high-paid blue-collar players Crabbe and Allen—who had just arrived a year ago on a $16 million contract—were in good spirits, Russell felt somewhat uneasy.

Mingjing felt a stabbing pain in his heart. What were they doing? Were they actually arranging a secret rendezvous? He had been thinking of her day and night at the Xie residence, only to arrive and witness this scene.

Yue'er had never imagined such a maneuver possible, but all she cared about was whether her younger brother would get to eat the first fish she had caught herself. As long as he got to eat that fish, the process—well, that was entirely trivial!

Zhang Fei remained indifferent toward Zhou Yi, while showing a better attitude toward Zhao Ling and the others; clearly, he held Zhou Yi’s behavior in contempt.

Considering only the unit hierarchy, the Governor's Guard, the four field legions, the three Macedonian phalanx legions, and the two cavalry legions—these twelve legions were of equal rank, and the twelve legion commanders held equivalent status.

Then the question arises: if the Venerable Wuyuan could grant salvation just by chanting scriptures, why was it necessary to gather everyone at the Xuantian Sect?

"You are such a little piggy, here, take it, take it all." Magic Flute gave all the meat to Ah Piao, whose eyes lit up with delight.

Perhaps because she had been running in such a hurry, a faint blush appeared on her cheeks. Her breath was as fragrant as orchids, and her voice made one involuntarily hold their breath.

It was said that Chen Wen, the Inspector of Yangzhou, did not die of illness, but was killed by Guo Xiang, who had been sent by Yuan Shu. Tao Qian had also been subjected to several assassination attempts by Guo Xiang, but thanks to his tight defenses, he had escaped unharmed.

He couldn't compare to his brother in intelligence, nor in emotional quotient; he couldn't do anything right. How was he supposed to prove himself?

"Grandpa, Grandma, Uncle, Aunt, Father, Mother, sisters, I am back," Yun Ze greeted the elders of the family politely.

"I’ll get you a fresh cup of hot tea." Ai Shangni started to rise, but Duan Chunzhi pulled her back, signaling her not to go.

An old man leaning on a cane could no longer stand by and watch. Fearing that Ruan Li might end up in an even worse situation, he kindly spoke up to warn her.

Xie Ruowei was momentarily stunned by her words, her grip tightening on the maid supporting her, causing the girl to wince in pain.

Fu Mingwei felt a bit ashamed. She wondered how she could explain it, though she knew no one would believe that she simply hadn't dared to look.

Xiao Beilin was like a lion provoked; his low, rumbling roar silenced the surroundings, and no one dared to speak and further incite his anger.

Qingying cried miserably, but Li Yunhai had spent so many years in the palace that he had long since seen countless concubines resort to crying, making scenes, and threatening suicide just to beg for a glimpse of the Emperor's pity.

By now, Xiao Shangzun's pursuit of Ai Shangni was no longer as pure as it had been at the beginning. After learning of her background, regardless of whether he liked her or not, he wanted to forge an alliance with the Tong family.

After both sides sat down, Qian Ning brought in two cups of tea, set them down, and then quietly retreated, closing the door behind him.

In a forest with a history spanning over ten thousand years, it was hardly strange for unique and powerful magical beasts to emerge.

In truth, although the tributaries of the Yellow River had dried up in this era, one still could not view this famous great river through modern eyes. In the Song Dynasty, it remained a surging, turbulent waterway.

Montgomery raised his hand, his palm meeting the giant fist of the mecha with a dull thud. He did not even sway, while the mecha itself rocked repeatedly.

Once they reached the private room, Shen Bo's friends began ordering food and drinks, choosing whatever was most expensive, while Shen Bo ignored them entirely, letting them order whatever they pleased.

To make them happy—Mei Yu looked up, her gaze drifting slowly across the faces of the boys. They were indeed happy, grinning broadly and swearing loudly in their excitement.

However, judging by the materials of their clothes, such fabrics were extremely rare on the continent... no, they were completely unseen. As a material appraiser, he was certain that while those materials might not be luxurious, they were definitely unlike anything he had ever encountered.

"I don't accept this!" The Japanese man had a fierce streak; he bounced up and shouted with his neck stiffened... this fellow was like a spring, jumping higher than his own height.

"Anluofodes, stop making a scene. Do you want everyone in Haiyin City to know you are a dark mage?" The male elf dismounted and spoke in a leisurely tone. As soon as he appeared, he locked his gaze on Zhang Hao, never blinking.

Bai Xin didn't know why she felt this tension; she only ever felt this way when facing her eldest brother.

Yan Feng's consciousness began to blur slowly, and he started to lose all sensation.

"Grandfather, let's talk inside. It's cold out here; let's not leave you two elders freezing," Wulang said.

Xun Yi, standing to the side, leaned over to take a look. A rough glance was enough to shock him—good heavens! These two had downed dozens of jars of Autumn Dew White between them. How long had they even been drinking?

Seeing his murderous aura earlier had truly made her hair stand on end, and a sense of defensiveness had risen in her heart involuntarily. It was clear how furious the other party was.

Thinking this, Zhang Shi glanced at Lian Shouxin. Lian Shouxin was also worrying, but he did not mean to blame Lian Man'er.

"Come on, come on, hurry up!" I sat there as Yang Zilong’s men installed the device for me, then handed me something resembling a ring to wear on my finger.

It wasn't that the five mages were so formidable, but that these young masters, who were looking to take crooked paths, lacked the sufficient authority to mobilize mages to eliminate Zhang Hao.