Chapter Fifty-Three: The Passing of the Patriarch

Soon, the three of them arrived in the courtyard, where the Ye family was already waiting for Zhao Yuan. The head of the Ye family glanced at Zhao Yuan and broke into a smile.

“You must be Yu’er’s friend. I am the patriarch of the Ye family, and it is a pleasure to meet you. I have heard a few things about you and am deeply grateful for how you protected Yu’er. You may stay here for the next couple of days. This place should be able to guarantee your safety.”

The master of the Ye family had worried that Yu’er might be bullied while away from home, but upon meeting Zhao Yuan, his concerns eased. Zhao Yuan clearly would not harm Yu’er; indeed, he seemed to be her staunch protector. The sight brought him comfort.

And besides, lively and clever Zhao Ling’er was also by Zhao Yuan’s side.

At that moment, Tang Guannian stood on the sidelines, watching Tang Huaijin bask in the center of power, receiving congratulations from all around.

Qin Chengyu sat backstage, his expression dark and brooding. The others stood in place, exchanging uncertain glances, none daring to utter a word.

Princess Li Tang silently worried over the affairs of these few individuals, but seeing their thoughtful behavior, her heart was filled with laughter: her children truly understood how to read the room.

“What if I win?” Ye Qing shot back, “You… you win?” “If I win, you’ll give me a kiss. How’s that? Not too much to ask, is it?”

After a long moment, Yan You felt her breath slipping away and began to feebly push him. Mo Yishen lifted his eyelids, withdrew slightly to let her catch her breath, then pressed another deep kiss upon her lips, finally releasing her with obvious reluctance.

“There is nothing in this world that can be perfectly seamless,” Jiang Xi declared, snatching the scissors from Ye Nan Jin’s hand. Ye Nan Jin tightened his grip, but Jiang Xi jerked them free. The sharp point of the scissors grazed his palm, and he clenched it tightly.

To be honest, Li Yanyan’s smile is absolutely beautiful. I really like it. When she used to bully me, she always wore an icy expression—a true ice queen. But ever since she changed her attitude toward me, she’s always greeted me with a smile.

Hua Jitian tossed a handful of beast crystals, and the hoof-blood horses hurriedly gobbled them up one by one, crunching away.

I didn’t rush to respond; instead, I handed over a handkerchief and waited for her to finish speaking. Unexpectedly, after leaving Huang Lanxiang hanging for a few days, she couldn’t hold out any longer.

“I know, don’t worry. I won’t refuse—I’m not someone who can’t show my face,” she said with a cheerful grin. If this makes him happy, that’s enough.

“Not bad. But the nation of Izu is, after all, something of a ‘chicken rib’—tasteless to eat, yet a pity to throw away,” Kanzo Yamamoto mused. His words, though spoken to himself, were overheard by Takeda Shingen.

Chen Yousheng pondered for a while and sighed helplessly. After thirty years on the job, this was the first time he’d spoken so resignedly. The two squad captains beside him shook their heads, and one of them asked again.

“All right, let’s eat. Time for dinner!” Xiang Yuandong, at a loss for words, blurted out something utterly pointless.

If Chaoding doesn’t withdraw his troops, then my stronghold at Kawagoe Castle will not be safe. After all, the powerful vassals of Musashi and Shimousa provinces have already been sent to war. Now, even a hundred ragged peasant soldiers could easily reach the gates of Kawagoe Castle.

“You’ve said that many times already. Besides, I never said I wanted to take your spirit grass. I’ve told you, once we’re out, it’s yours. Stop whining.” Leng Feng replied indifferently, striding forward without so much as a glance at the furious Xue Wushuang.

With the power of the Nether Mansion, why should they avoid Xiang Yuandong? And why is Blood Bat her? Why did she become Blood Bat, and why is she in the Nether Mansion? These questions deeply troubled Xiang Yuandong, especially regarding Blood Bat herself.

The fists of the centaur shone like golden light, flashing and vanishing, leaving a scene like the world’s end in their wake. Platinum Silver’s move—the Hellfire Fist—was glaringly out of place with the centaur’s own attack, immediately catching the centaur’s attention in their duel.

Li Yu piloted a fighter jet equipped with an infrared-guided system. The infrared beam locked onto the enemy aircraft, and missiles were launched, automatically tracking the target until impact.