Chapter 43: Conceive Quickly to Secure Your Position as Madam Shang

Page (1/3)

A sharp command echoed in Chen Hao’s mind. With a sudden twist of his wrist, the Thunder Sword descended from the sky, slashing toward the lapis lazuli suspended in midair.

Fearing that the Chanyu might change his mind, the Han envoys bid farewell to Yu Qian the next day and set off on horseback with Su Wu and the others. Su Wu and the group of nine followed the route taken nineteen years ago, guided by King Yu Qian—a path considered relatively safe. In Su Wu’s heart, he often silently recalled this journey over the years, hoping that one day he would return to the Han Empire.

“Chanyu, forgive my boldness! Then why do you permit the strategist to treat him so?” King Yu Qian asked angrily.

After Xu Hao missed with his first punch, he paused briefly, feeling somewhat embarrassed. Gathering his energy again, he stepped forward and threw another punch at Ye Wudao.

“Please, Holy Lord, save us!” Elders Yan Lei and Yun Wu immediately knelt to the ground.

“Wait a moment, there’s no rush,” Liu Chuan said without looking at Chen Hao, his eyes gleaming as he scanned the interior of the carriage.

“The other avian flu patients at the hospital can’t wait any longer,” Xiang Dongliang sighed.

Su Wu thought to himself, the Chanyu’s choice of his brother Yu Qian as their guide to the royal court clearly showed he still valued relations with the Han.

“What the hell is going on?” Liu Changdong panicked instantly, instinctively reaching for his waist, only to realize he hadn’t brought his gun. Hastily, he pulled out his phone to text the notorious drug lord Bai Kunlong, but after composing the message, he found he couldn’t send it—there was no signal.

He dipped his oily hand inside to check; the water inside was running low, but he had to ensure the safety of both adults and children. Dipping his hand in oil again, he carefully turned the doll’s feet upward... Suddenly, there was a gurgling sound as the head dropped downward.

Qian Buhuan raced forward at top speed toward Dragon Head Peak. Indeed, the peak was unmistakable—requiring little explanation, she immediately recognized the place.

“Princess Consort, I have failed your trust. I deserve death,” Xiao Xiwei bowed deeply upon entering, repeatedly kowtowing.

She hadn’t expected Xiao Xiwei’s casual remark to offend both the Old Lady and Xiao Yan simultaneously, but now, she had no way out.

With a sigh, Wang Shoucai recounted the recent events, omitting the part where he had been slapped.

Page (2/3)

“Forget it. I was out of line today. Farewell!” Mr. Huo chose to leave outright. Even if the other party was not part of the sect, who could afford to offend someone like this?

Suppressing distractions, he kept his mind rational. After completing everything, he walked straight up to the giant stone spider and, facing its grotesque maw, extended his right hand.

A few days ago, after being hospitalized, Zeng Tieniu underwent a successful heart stent surgery. He no longer needed to stay in the emergency ward.

To buy this pearl? Floating Life was truly resourceful! He hadn't noticed the old master’s somber expression as he hesitated, clutching the golden pearl tightly.

Zhou Ziyan increasingly felt Ning Fuchen was someone extraordinary, even someone worthy of lifelong trust. Being with him brought a unique calm and sense of security—no matter the danger, she never felt afraid.

For any martial art, this was almost impossible. Through eras of change and wars beyond control, those that survived—eight or nine out of ten—were truly a blessing.

Even Chen Yazhu herself was stunned, seemingly frightened by her own actions.

After dinner, Ling Cheng said he was going out. Mu Chu followed closely, wanting to ask where he was headed, but couldn’t bring herself to speak. Asking too much would seem overly concerned, yet she genuinely cared.

Zheng Zhi dribbled the ball while spinning 360 degrees in place, passing right by Gattuso! With a gentle tap from his left instep, he pushed the ball forward—choosing not to shoot since Nesta and Adriano stood right ahead.

The Bone Dragon’s strength waned continuously. Zhong Liwu hurriedly infused his soul energy into the Bone Dragon, forming a protective shield around it to block the divine aura.

Li Xinran, seeing the other’s reaction, didn’t even need to answer—she knew he must be aware of the true identities of Young Master Luo Wu and Young Master Luo Jiu.

Beichen was momentarily stunned, reaching out to pry open Mu Jiujiu’s tightly clenched hand, but no matter how he tried, he couldn’t loosen her grip.

He spread his arms wide, embracing the figure rushing toward him, feeling an inexplicable sensation of something lost and now regained.

After about ten minutes, a dark figure rapidly emerged from the water—it was Ling Feng dragging something out. With commanding presence, he raised it high—a fish nearly as long as himself, glistening under the sunlight.

Page (3/3)

Soon, Liu Yan fell behind, beaten back by the two of them with relentless pressure, suffering greatly.

Ling Feng had experienced all these emotions, but he never let them grow unchecked. Whenever the world brightened before his eyes, he immediately entered the zone.

Tang Minmin was still a bit dazed—so it wasn’t Ke Moxian framing her deliberately; rather, he was helping her. That was why she misunderstood him. Moreover, the phone was a new gift from Ke Moxian.

None objected. After all, their mounts were all wild horses from the mountains, so traveling mountain paths posed no problem.

“Director, if you want to frame someone, there’s always an excuse,” Chi Weiran said thoughtfully before looking up at the director.

“Sorry, sir, fighting is not allowed here. Otherwise, we will have to escort you out,” a uniformed man behind the flight attendant said.

Jing Tong blushed deeply and looked up, only to be scorched by his excessively dark, intense gaze. With nowhere to look, she shut her eyes.

“I order you to put down the knife immediately!” Lu Yinchen finally lost all patience.

Yet her hand was firmly held by Lu Qingshan, preventing her from striking him.

It was unclear how strong the drug in the bun was, but she felt utterly drained—now truly at the mercy of others, like a fish to be carved.

“That Sun Lie always opposes me. This time, no matter what, I won’t let him succeed. I must find a way—under no circumstances can the Sun Group cooperate successfully with the German family,” Wang Mang’s eyes flickered with a cold, sinister light.