Chapter 86: Ambitions Laid Bare

Butler Chen spoke respectfully, “Madam, the eldest young master is handling official business in the study. No one is allowed to disturb him. If you wish to see the young master next time, just inform me in advance and you won’t have to wait.”

Lin Yuzhi’s face grew cold. “Are you saying I need to make an appointment to see my own son?”

Butler Chen replied, “That’s not necessary, but notifying me beforehand will save you the waiting time.”

Lin Yuzhi’s expression darkened. “Butler Chen, even you speak to me this way? I’d like to see—”

This place had already become a sacred site of Buddhism, the faith had entrenched itself here, and no one knew how powerful they had become.

Before she could even reach the ground floor, Fang Xiachu was startled by Qin Letian, who suddenly darted out from the side.

She had given Ruoyi an armor with limitless potential, had granted Moyan the optimal genes from all living creatures; even here, those gifts held true.

Seeing the man silent for so long, Wen Liang lost patience and didn’t press further, as it was nearly time to be late already.

She had once cherished her family so deeply, yet in a single night they had all fled far away. Could it be they knew last night she had shot Huo Xiao?

Huo Yiyang, overwhelmed with anger, coughed up another mouthful of blood. His face was ashen, despair etched across his features.

Qian Li handed his deputy a red envelope. This deputy had met Zhang Yicheng once before; when they went to the imperial capital to find a painter for Dongfang Yan, he had been the driver. It seemed Comrade Qian was driving himself this time.

“Me, reluctant?” Hearing the disappointment in her voice, Shen Lingfeng felt a strange happiness. Her sadness meant she didn’t want him to leave her for so long.

Yet Wen Liang seemed cute and sincere. She frowned with worry as she watched Nana’s leg, earning approving looks from the foreigners nearby.

Pingci’s lips were stained with blood, but the dark corners of his mouth curled upward, revealing teeth reddened by blood.

While waiting for Gao Lishi to arrive, Jian Chen and An An sat below Meng Hanran, exchanging glances more than once.

Chen Xin watched Yang Yi approach with chilling intensity. Veins bulged on his massive fist as he struggled to restrain his urge to strike, fearing a single punch might kill the detestable young man before him.

While Crazy Rat pondered all this, he failed to realize that if they hadn’t accepted this job for money, if they hadn’t ambushed Yang Yi and sought his death, they would still be strangers in separate worlds, never crossing paths. How had they ended up in such a predicament now?

“Two hundred thousand? Ah Mei, based on Ghostly’s current profits, that seems a bit low, doesn’t it?” Old Ghost Seven looked at Sister Mei and said.

As soon as she entered, Murong Qianqian cried out in surprise, slapped her own forehead, and was overcome with frustration.

Jian Chen drew the Rainbow Sword from his waist, stood silent for a moment, then suddenly twisted his wrist. Sword energy swept forth, unleashing the Rainbow Sword technique taught by Wen Aotian.

But before anyone could act, Wang Haokai’s expression grew heavy. The murmurs around him fell silent one by one, as everyone stared in astonishment at the man whose blade was already unsheathed.

The situation had reached a turning point; the one-sided battle suddenly shifted to a four-way duel: Red Star Master against Mo Fenghan, Jade Void Master against Fei Zhong. Surprisingly, the side that had been constantly plotted against—Jade Void Master’s—now held the upper hand.

The two spoke in hushed tones as if scheming, then suddenly quarreled loudly, drawing curious stares from those around them.

This question didn’t linger for long. In the rear of the Qin army, another great banner bearing the word “Wei” was raised. This time, the flag was identical to the Wei Cuo Military Banner Zhao Gao had seen before.

“Brother, what’s going on?” Tang Ming had left, prompting Ouyang Yufei to immediately ask Ouyang Tao at her side.

More crucially, Zhao Gao had not made any territorial demands, which to Charles VII—who longed to become King of France again—was the most unacceptable point of all.