Volume One, Chapter 32: What Is Your Relationship?

"Yes, exactly, my lord. The Kampaku has shown you and the Tokugawa clan nothing but profound benevolence and grace. The two houses have weathered storms together for over a decade, a friendship forged in blood; under no circumstances can you become a traitor..." The emissary sent by Oda Nobunaga to Tokugawa territory played the emotional card, continuing his persuasive efforts.

"What would you like to eat? I'll go make it for you." Zhang Zixuan replied with a smile, which served as an answer to his question.

"Excellent. Just like that. It seems a sentient AI is only perfect when kept within a controllable range." Chen Haocheng nodded to himself after hearing this, feeling very satisfied with his idea of setting permission levels.

On the first day of the first lunar month—though there was no New Year celebration as such then, this day was known as the Yuanliang Dan—the Han Emperor Liu Xie, under the protection of General Ding Li, arrived in Taiyuan. Since the Eastern Han dynasty maintained Chang'an as the Western Capital and Luoyang as the Eastern Capital, Taiyuan was renamed the "Northern Capital," and Ding Shao was appointed as the Grand Marshal and Guardian of the Northern Capital.

On the surface, you only saw that I set up this formation to amplify sound, so the majority of your attention was focused on the visible sonic wave attack.

The Eastern Buddha collapsed, curling into a ball as if struck by a silent pistol.

Zheng Jian, sitting on the far side, also nodded; he knew that Meng Luo could have made a better choice.

After speaking, Murong Xi turned and left, leaving Fan Liao to look at the two fallen figures with a bitter smile, while Tang Wushi shouted aloud.

Wakang was the adopted son of Xieguini and was held in high regard. Weigong dared not offend him and was forced to swallow his anger, remaining silent for the moment, while secretly resolving that if nothing changed, he would have Baqi persuade Tufa Wugu to kill Xiao Saihong upon his return.

Lin Feng looked at Kong Siyi in surprise; he had not expected her to even know of the Dragon God Blood-Devouring Spear, so he could only shake his head helplessly.

"Governor Li, mission accomplished. Here is the list of transactions regarding money and grain between the people detained at the county office and Wang Guanbiao. Please have a look, Governor," Weichi Henan said, handing the list to Li Ye.

As always, he bought breakfast, and by around seven o'clock, Yeying arrived at Villa Number One. He had not seen Nightingale and the others for several days and found himself missing them. Fortunately, Jiang Qiuer had gone out with him a few times in the past few days, yet even so, she had complained about Yeying several times.

While Zhongli Shuo was lost in thought, the Crown Prince and Shangguan Hong finished their conversation. Shangguan Hong left first, patting the Crown Prince Zhongli Nuo on the shoulder before departing. The Crown Prince glanced sideways at Shangguan Hong's retreating figure, then walked toward his older brother, Zhongli Shuo.

It was not as others imagined; in fact, every team saw each other constantly, but due to their hostile relationship, their interactions were not deep, and most of the time they just nodded and smiled in passing.

"Hmph! Sister Yun, you don't know, but I fell in love with him the very first moment I saw him," Jiajia said happily.

Li Ye chatted with Zhang Rui for a few moments before changing the subject: "I wonder if Governor Zhang has heard about Wang Xianzhi in Puzhou?"

Among the immigrants this time were some wealthy families who had owned homes and land in the Central Plains. However, after arriving in Dalian, they had nothing but the belongings they carried, and these people were eager to acquire some property in the city.

"What is going on here?" Su Ruohan looked around carefully, then withdrew his gaze and asked the man standing behind Shen Yashen.

Wang Jie looked at the mountain peak piercing the clouds before him, feeling a faint sense of anticipation. What kind of treasure could be in this place to attract so many people?

Gazing into the distance from a high vantage point helps one comprehend the mystery and grandeur of nature, which has been a great help in easing the inner turmoil currently plaguing me.

With the help of thermal imaging binoculars, no matter where the enemy hides, I can lock onto them, which means they are destined not to escape total annihilation at my hands.

"Do you need any help?" asked the puppet soldier, his eyes fixed greedily on Yu Manli. The Japanese military policeman beside him walked up to her without hesitation, smiling and nodding.

Ren Xinyan leaned against my side, curling her body. "Are you cold?" I asked. "No!" she replied. She was used to sleeping by my side, even though this was no longer our childhood.

Two beeps sounded—not because the call didn't go through, but because it was hung up. Soon after, Jiang Ningning sent a text message asking Ye Zhen what he wanted. Ye Zhen sent a kissing emoji, then said he missed her, added that he had taken leave for personal business, and was currently at her house.

I shook my head without speaking. Long Jinfeng turned his head away, unable to bear it; although he came from a military background and was accustomed to life and death, he had never seen a torture that caused someone to die of pure agony, so he felt a pang of pity.

"Thank you for your immense kindness. A drop of water in need shall be repaid with a gushing spring. I, Hao Danbai, will definitely repay you one day!" With that, Han Danbai ignored my attempts to stop him and kowtowed several more times.

"This amateur skill, fifty years of cultivation? Hmph!" Ye Zhen looked on with contempt and threw a punch. Unexpectedly, Old Man Li could not withstand it; he flew backward, slamming into the wall and leaving a dent.