Chapter Ninety-One: Endurance

Beneath his hand was skin as smooth and tender as silk, and before his eyes lay the breathtakingly alluring, naked body of the woman he loved. The faint fragrance of her flesh drifted to the tip of his nose, so intoxicating that he nearly could not walk properly.

The nude girl clung tightly to him. Mu Tingye could clearly feel her tension and stiffness; he knew she was ashamed and terrified, tormented by conscience. But he was not really her uncle, only in name. He wanted to be her man, her man for life...

He truly wanted her so badly, so badly...

He wanted to embrace her, to kiss every inch of her, to touch her, to tell her with every act that he would never despise her, that he loved her.

And yet...

How bitterly foolish he had been to trust her in the first place and not move that thing away. And now she was using the imperial seal to threaten him.

"You filthy woman, if you have the guts, stop hiding!" The burly man pulled out a whip and lashed it toward Qianqiu with a crack.

Lin Baihua saw her and showed an expression of disgust, though he did not say much, only looked on with cold indifference.

Amid the rumbling tremor of the ground, a man whose body was mostly wrapped in black aura rose from beneath the earth at the mountaintop. It was Feng Yan. At that moment his face was full of pain, twisted and distorted as if he were enduring unimaginable suffering.

Those below could bear it no longer and hurried to plead for Gang Tie. Some, too moved, shed tears; others, too fragile of heart, simply turned their heads away, unable to bear seeing Gang Tie breathe his last.

"Is that so?" Yuan Qing suddenly raised two fingers. A beam of blue-green sword light flashed out at once, piercing Hou Jian’s head. Hou Jian’s face still held traces of panic, but blood had already burst forth from the center of his brow. It was clear he was dead.

At these words, Mo Tian was utterly embarrassed. He had been in the wrong from the start, yet a surge of resentment rose in his chest, and his face twitched uncontrollably. "Fine, fine!" he said twice, then crouched quietly to the side.

After saying that, he returned at peace to his own world and began studying with earnest concentration.

Because by then, his wife had already agreed that when her son grew up—Bian Bian—he would stay by his side forever.

Ning Shuangshuang stared at the two bottles of liquor before her. She swore that no matter how badly her stomach suffered, she would finish both bottles no matter what.

Now there were simply too many people in the city; some even suggested driving out all the useless ones, so as not to waste others' precious space and resources.

"Royal Brother, are you a diviner or a prophet? How is it that every move you make is so unexpected?" As soon as Chu Muzhi saw Chu Xizhi, he raised a hand and slapped his shoulder hard.

Taking the letter paper, together with the envelope, he placed them into the lamp that was already burning, and watched them turn to ash.

Lu Haichuan looked at Xiao Xiwei, as if she were the freshly thawed water of early spring—clear and translucent, reflecting all the beauty of the world.

After the imperial edict was sent out, the Prince of Zhao paced back and forth over the map, rubbing his hands in excitement. After all, this was the first battle since he had become king. His former confidence gradually faded, giving way to unease.

When he came up with this plan and made use of Tian Jia, Mingyue also had to prepare herself to bear responsibility for her.

Hearing Linlin say this, not only Ye Dongcheng, the one involved, felt moved, even Lin Qiuya felt her nose grow a little sour. Linlin was truly a good child.

With such a vast expanse of land, the key military defenses were no longer enough for Gao Chong’s troops—the Wolf Fang Army and the Flying Tiger Army's northern advance detachment. Gao Chong took advantage of the fierce battle between Wuzhu and Wu Jie, as well as the sealing off of news about the seizure of Xihe, to buy a little time.

At this moment, this fellow saw that everyone who charged in to besiege them had been flung away. They seemed to have been luckier than he was, for those two clearly showed some restraint. Unlike that youth, who had kicked him straight into the wall—indeed, he had already smashed all the way through.

Li Yu and the others, seeing Luo Yin plead so earnestly on behalf of the people, could not help but freeze. The common people behind them also knelt down.

A long while passed without anyone speaking. Liu Hongzhu was silent as well, because he discovered that his father was pressing hard on his hand. Liu Hongzhu chose to heed Liu Pojun. Li Hongrui’s expression grew increasingly grim. Could it be that in the mighty land of Li Tang, there was not even a single general willing to take the field?