Chapter 60: Catching Shadows

Outside the city of Yecheng, in the Wang family estate, Wang Xin lay sideways in the hall. The cold wind blowing from outside and the warmth of the brazier made him feel a faint pulse of vitality within himself.
Previously, he had served as the Minister of the Court of Imperial Sacrifices, overseeing court rituals, ancestral rites, banquets, academies, and foreign affairs. Decades later in the future, this position would be known as the Minister of Rites, roughly equivalent to the combination of the Central Propaganda Minister, Foreign Minister, and Minister of Education and Culture of the Qi State. He had a promising future ahead and a chance to contend with Gao Dezhen and Yang Yin for influence.

Finally, someone spoke, and the voice was extremely soft, low, and quite melodious. Yet, to the emperor's ears, it sounded like seductive demonic chanting.

"Level Ten? I said I couldn't possibly have felt it wrong, but I just didn't expect it to be this powerful—to actually be Level Ten!" The martial aunt spoke up at this moment. As for this matter, she remained relatively indifferent; the most important thing was that her intuition had been correct.

The speed at which time passed had not actually changed at all, but to Ning Fuchen, every single second felt extraordinarily long. After five days had passed, he finally let out a long breath of stale air.

Whether they understood music or not, listeners would be utterly captivated. For those who truly understood music, these songs were simply too perfect.

"Chenfeng, if you have something to say, just say it. Don't play these empty games with me!" Wang Shoucai also straightened his back. To him, stealing something was just a matter of theft, and it brought no sense of guilt whatsoever.

Thus, Xiao Tang and the other two found a very good excuse for themselves, which made their inner feelings a bit more comfortable.

Li Zicheng and Luo Ruchai's peasant army lined up in the southeastern corner of Kaifeng City, with over a thousand elite cavalry and infantry deploying in front of the city moat.

It could be said that Lin Yuming's move hit the mark precisely. Although it might not completely shake Corey Corporation's foundation in this project, at least it invisibly raised the grade of Sulbin's products, laying a solid foundation for Zhao Yaping and the others' subsequent offensive.

Jiang Xinyu let out an "En." No matter what, this was still her own mistake. She had better get going quickly.

Yan Huichuntang was the largest apothecary in the Eighth District. In the era of cultivation, medicinal herbs had once again become sought-after commodities, leading to the resurgence of such apothecaries everywhere.

"You two..." Zhaolu pressed her forehead in speechlessness. She no longer wanted to make sarcastic remarks about this bizarre encounter.

Chu Feiyun was slightly stunned, then asked immediately, "What conditions?" He knew very well that Murong Zhaoran was not a simple character. If he went along, it would certainly help him retrieve everything he had lost.

"Yaomei, is my heart still something you cannot accept?" Seeing Yaomei about to leave, Red Ghost suddenly spoke up.

Deep down, Ye Feng did not want Grandfather to attend the appointment either, but if Grandfather failed to go, it would chill the hearts of many people. The Netherworld Demonic Cult's tactic was vicious; even though everyone knew that attending the appointment would be fraught with danger, Grandfather had to go nonetheless.

Old Fourth Liu, who was painting in the room, was truly disturbed to the point of losing his mood. This wasn't the first time Fu Yiyun had come to see him. He had originally thought Fu Yiyun was just an ordinary young master from an official family, as they had often discussed the ways of politics and commerce together in the past.

Whether due to internal Qi disorder and physical weakness, Jun Wuye, who had been tackled and pinned down by Zhaolu, struggled to move with some difficulty, but to no avail.

"Your Majesty!" Wu Mengming hurried in. As the Commander of the Jinyiwei of the Great Ming and the sole eunuch leader within the Jinyiwei—a piece intentionally placed by Emperor Chongzhen—Wu Mengming did not require any prior announcement to see Emperor Chongzhen.

Gu Ting's heart skipped a beat. A shoe?? It seemed he had once picked up an embroidered shoe by the Snow Wolf Lake. Gu Ting took the embroidered shoe out from his bundle and silently handed it to Madam Wang Li.

The lean shopkeeper said, a silver token appearing in his hand as well, bearing the emblem of a silver spider upon it.

"How is overtime pay calculated?" Leng Zibing thought seriously for a few seconds. Before coming here, she had never heard that if the boss didn't knock off work, the employees couldn't either. Judging from the desperate, driven way he worked just now, she suddenly had a bad premonition about her future life.