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Chapter 8: Natural Disasters and Human Malice Damn it! Another trap! The rain in Jiangzhou carried a salty, fishy tang. Xiao Jue had spent several days in a ruined temple searching for evidence. When he untied the cylinder from the third messenger pigeon’s leg, the note inside contained only two words: Wu Dong. His pupils constricted slightly. The Wu clan of Chenliu was a family that kept a low profile in court, yet they controlled thirty percent of the salt transport in the Jianghuai region. They,…-
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Chapter 7: Thoughts in the Night Rain Wishing to turn the world around and retreat into a small boat. Just as they returned to the post station, the rain began to pour as if the sky had collapsed. At the third quarter of the hour of the Pig, the rain tapped incessantly against the window lattice. Xie Heng sat alone beneath the lamp, his fingertips brushing the now-faded red mark on his cheek. The candlelight cast his shadow against the wall—lean, upright, and motionless. It was as if that slap had…
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Chapter 6 The Nine-Turn Corridor In this life, one only seeks to have a heart free of regrets. The candlelight in the Danyang Post House flickered violently in the night wind. Zhao Ning knelt on the floor, his forehead drenched in sweat. "The Third Elder said... that the events of the third year of Yonghe are a shared debt between the Xie and Wang clans. If you continue to investigate, it will not only harm the Wang family, but also the century-old reputation of the Xie clan." Xie Heng’s hand,…
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Chapter 57 The whispers of the monarch and his ministers I want to go into history with you and into the dust together. In the first year of Yong'an, the bells and drums of Guzang City were ringing. Xie Heng stood on the top of the circular hill, wearing dark clothes and twelve chapters, with dark golden light flowing in the morning light.In his hand, he held the jade album that had just been offered to heaven and earth, and in his ears was the sound of long live the mountain roaring like a…
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Chapter 56 The long night is coming to an end The long night is coming to an end, and the morning light of the new sky has appeared "Female Young Master, Master Xu." A guard staggered over from the front yard, his voice trembling with excitement, "Outside...it's chaos outside!" Xie Nanqiao was re-bandaging a servant whose arm was injured. Hearing this, he stood up immediately: "Speak carefully!" "Xie Pushe and the Beifu army have almost arrived outside the city. Wang...Wang Yuzong is dead!" The guard…
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Chapter 55: Broken Blade Buries Spring The long night is coming to an end, no one will share my dawn It was already dusk when Wen Boyan returned to Guzang City. The horse had already collapsed from exhaustion in the continuous attack. He walked the last thirty miles on foot.The sister's skeleton wrapped in a robe on his back seemed to be of great weight. The gates of Guzang City were closed and the towers were heavily guarded, even more so than when he left.All entry and exit must be strictly…
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Chapter 54 The Broken Sword Awakens in Spring There are no brocade books in Jiangnan, only the green grass on the tombs On the school field outside Yunzhong City, the newly reorganized soldiers were practicing.With the former Beifu Army as the core, this team has absorbed the northern border troops and defected martyrs from all over the country. It has begun to take shape and has reached 20,000 people. In the Zhongjun room, the charcoal fire was still burning brightly.There is a huge map spread out on…
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Chapter 53 Silver Hairpin Ruler The silver hairpin ruler is plain, and it can't write the story of a daughter in troubled times. The main hall of the military camp was temporarily converted into a meeting place for military aircraft.Where the calligraphy and paintings were originally hung, a huge map of the northern border was now hung, with dense cinnabar marks on it.The long desk was piled with secret reports from various places, some of which were stained with snow, and some of which were stained with…
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Chapter 52 A Thousand Mountains Together What is the crime of being lonely and loyal? The history is reduced to ashes On the third day at the West Posthouse in Yunzhong City, Wang Xian finally got what he needed. Late at night, the doors and windows of the study room in the innermost room of the posthouse were closed, and the charcoal fire was burning brightly, but it still could not dispel the chill of the winter night in the north.Wang Xian was wrapped in a thick mink fur and sat behind a desk with a…
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Chapter 51 Xueyuan is the same brother One promise weighs a thousand, only the wind and snow can be heard The wind and snow on the eighth day were more violent than the previous seven days. Xie Heng leaned on the cold rock wall, looking at the snow outside the rock crevice that was rolled into a vortex by the strong wind, his eyes already a little distracted.Of his three thousand personal guards, less than a hundred are still standing.Most of them were suffering from frostbite, huddled in various rock…
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