Chapter 364 — Spring Colors

Dou Yan wished she could kick Song Yan right off the bed.

"Is this the sort of thing you can just go telling other people?" She sat bolt upright—then remembered she had not a stitch on. Her almond eyes glared round at Song Yan. "So everything between us as husband and wife is now common knowledge?" As she spoke, tears of grievance suddenly spilled down her cheeks.

"No, no, I didn't!" Song Yan clumsily dabbed at her tears with a small undergarment, though his gaze could not help drifting toward her body. In that moment he felt that no fine hour or beautiful scene could compare, and his mind wandered despite himself. "Only Empress Yi knows. Empress Yi is not one to gossip—she watched me grow up, so..."

Tao Yi turned it over in his mind, yet on his face he dared not show a thing. Never mind that he was deputy steward of the External Affairs Hall of Qixia Peak—his cultivation was only at Foundation Establishment. To those two inner disciples sent down from Sword Point Peak, a steward like him was no different from any ordinary sect disciple.

Song Lin walked several rounds through the old military camp, and what she saw shook her to the core. She had witnessed scenes like this more than once this year, yet seeing it again, she still could not grow accustomed. So many corpses, so many weapons—it made Song Lin feel utterly useless, holding a post without earning her keep.

Yingchun lifted her head and glanced at Aunt Guan. Seeing Aunt Guan nod, she then stepped forward to stand before Jia She.

Song Yingxing did not wait for Zhu Youxiao to hand it over; he picked it up himself, wiped it clean, and gently placed it in his mouth. Nothing happened. Xu Guangqi smiled and did the same—and likewise, nothing happened.

"You don't understand." Wu Hua did not know how to explain this matter, but he truly did not know how to begin.

"He is currently imprisoned in the dungeon. Because the spirit fox went mad, we cast a spell and bound it with chains in a cell, awaiting Your Majesty's judgment," Su Qing answered respectfully.

"Brother—" The moment Lin Yuhan laid eyes on Lin Yuhao, he tossed all his luggage aside, then played up his roguish, devil-may-care manner to the fullest, circling Lin Yuhao and sizing him up with a cocky swagger.

Yingchun's body went rigid. Had she cried? When Yuanchun's misfortune struck, she had indeed cried—but if she agreed to the Emperor's abolishing of that agreement, she knew she would lose far more.

"Hahaha!" After a long while, Hu Biao suddenly burst out laughing, the laughter lasting more than ten seconds. "Fine, you may go! But from now on, we'll ride the donkey and watch the songbook—let's wait and see!" With that, Hu Biao turned and left without so much as a backward glance. Then two security guards helped Lin Quan to his feet, and the dozen or so of them withdrew together.

"What do you know? A single drop of essence blood is worth more than a thousand drops of ordinary blood. Let out one drop of his essence blood, and it won't be replenished in twenty years," Old Man Li said coldly.

Village Head Chen introduced them to Jiang Zaiyuan one by one. When You Lingjie and the others learned that Jiang Zaiyuan was Chen Qingfeng's adopted son, the way they looked at him changed entirely.

Lying prone on the ground, I could not witness the oil bottle's explosion firsthand, but from the sound alone I already knew everything. What had just exploded was no oil bottle at all—it was a cannon shell, a heavyweight cannon shell.

Just as Liu Shiya was crying out for Su Yang in her heart, the masked man was already no more than a meter from her body.

Meili's attitude toward Liu Shiya was much gentler now. So she no longer picked at Liu Shiya's faults; instead, she began to praise her.

"Awooo—wooo—" The Earthshaker Hammer's massive body was disintegrating bit by bit, thread by thread. An emotion both of terror and dread appeared in its heart and on its face, until it let out a helpless, shrill, mournful shriek.

"Sister, why did you call this fellow over? Don't you detest him?" Shangguan Yu asked, her face full of puzzlement.

Oddly enough, I had understood it quite clearly before, but now that he'd asked, I instead grew a little suspicious—could there be some hidden truth I had failed to savor?

The black dagger pressed against Li Xiangnan's throat. One gentle pull from me, and Li Xiangnan would be dead right there.

"Young Master Lin, even if you insist on leaving, a little more time won't hurt. How about this—let it be a farewell banquet we hold for you."

It seems that when a person thinks of another's deep affection and finds no way to repay it, the only thing left is guilt. At least, in deciding to go to Yunnan, it was out of guilt—and not wanting to disappoint Dolma Yangjin—that I agreed to Xu Zhiwu's invitation.