Chapter 33: Intimidation! Life as a Bargaining Chip!

"Stop!"
A thunderous shout rang out, splitting the air. Two figures arrived, riding their swords, and landed steadily in the center of the field.
With a sweep of his sleeve, one of them released the oppressing might of his cultivation at the peak of Qi Refinement, instantly sweeping across the entire scene. The pressure forced all the disciples present to bow their heads, their very breath momentarily stilled.
Shen Qinghe felt a force like a mountain crash down upon her. Her knees buckled uncontrollably, nearly driving her to the ground.
She gritted her teeth, forcing her spine straight as she struggled to raise her head.
When she first heard the shout behind her, she thought she had misheard. Only when it came again did she turn around in confusion, her eyes widening in astonishment as she saw an officer striding toward her from several meters away.
Now that the Imperial Consort Qing was unharmed, a great number of ministers breathed a sigh of relief. Yet among them remained those aligned with the Third Prince.
In a world where martial strength reigns supreme, power is the ultimate truth. In just two short years, Guo Lun had made his name known with the strength of his fists.
Should complications arise, they would be endless. Thus, the Emperor was determined to eliminate the possibility entirely on this very day.
Shi Tian's face showed not a hint of surprise; he'd already experienced such situations twice before. The sudden advancement of Wang Cheng'en and Ghost Wolf was the result of him spending nearly all his command might and evolution energy to create two advanced golems.
"Call them, find out what's going on!" At the old master's command, Qin Yuanfu nodded repeatedly, quickly turning to go downstairs and make the call from the living room.
Indeed, Ji Hongye had been watching Hua Qingtong all this time—watching her belly grow, and her demeanor grow more withdrawn.
It had to be said, with the Emperor having only one son, whenever someone mentioned children, Lianzi's first thought was always the Crown Prince. She could only sigh in resignation.
She had imagined countless meetings with her future in-laws, pictured all manner of injustices they might suffer, but never had she expected this... Well, Qiao Ruan belatedly realized she might have been a little too emotional just now. If she had angered her father-in-law, what should she do?
She could not escape, nor did she care to struggle. Instead, she reached out and held him tightly, her soft fingertips pressing unconsciously into the hard muscles of his back—her nails, curved and trembling, digging in from helplessness and fear.
"Charlie, has someone come to visit?" She had heard the servants discussing the beauty of the young mistress as she walked in, and wondered if guests had arrived while she was out.
Xiao Ying, however, was unmoved; his heart was like iron, untouched by the slightest ripple. An old, blood-stained garment from the past could not stir him, nor could it shake his resolve—he would not be swayed by sentiment.
At that moment, Jun Mochen raised his cold brows and slowly lowered his head, his crimson lips brushing lightly upon the soft crown of Ye Qingyan’s head, as gentle as a dragonfly skimming the surface of water.
"Truly? Wonderful. Just as expected of my good grandson." The old master’s eyes shone with delight, and the corners of his mouth could not help but lift.
Ye Shuwan’s body shuddered violently, her eyelids twitching uncontrollably. Peering through a crack in the carriage curtain, she saw a faint glimmer ahead—not the warmth of lamplight, but the cold glint of metal in the night, sharp and brimming with murderous intent.
After Zhao Minglang and Su Xuetong left the Su residence, Lady Su also took the opportunity to remind Su Zhimu about matters concerning Su Xuetong’s cousin.
At these words, Broly nodded, saying, "Of course, as long as you’re happy." With that, he rose to his feet.
He saw the loathing in Nameless’s eyes—not for others, but for himself. Nameless despised himself. This meant that his violent outburst earlier had not been his true intent; otherwise, he would never have shown such an expression.
He wanted to tell Ye Hua about this matter, but found himself lacking the words to persuade her. In Ye Hua’s mind, such prophecies would doubtless seem absurd. Besides, if she did believe him, would she still wish to marry Pei Fengqi? Wouldn’t that only add to her troubles?