Chapter 131: Terrible News

The frontline command post was bustling with activity. Mu Chengyao studied the map, conducting a tactical review of the campaign that had just concluded.

Over three months had passed since the army set out, and the Huizhou campaign had been ongoing for nearly two. Just as predicted, Song Ziqi, having only recently ascended to power, lacked the control over the military that his father once held.

The Fifth and Sixth Divisions, originally stationed in western Huizhou, had been Song Hongzhen’s loyalists. On the day of the birthday banquet, they were sent to their graves by Song Ziqi. Leaderless and divided, these divisions—which had long held their own against the Mu army—were now scattered like loose sand, unable to mount a defense against the three divisions under Commander Mu.

Mu Chengyao and his two companions did not fail the Commander’s expectations; in just two months, the borderline had been steadily pushed westward.

Yet now, even as she rested in his arms, he knew that making her stay willingly this time would likely not be so easy.

Gu Yanfei could not escape; she ate two bites without tasting them, and under his pressure, drank a glass of soy milk.

It was not until they reached the gates of the manor that He Zhen reined in his horse. He sat in the saddle, quietly observing Chennian. Subconsciously, Chennian straightened her back and lifted her chin slightly, meeting his gaze with a look of defiance.

She nodded and said, "Fine..." Then she gave him the address. Yang Ruoli found a place to eat and waited for him. Feeling bored, she checked her phone and was surprised to find a missed call from her mother.

The Xian army had fought all the way from Yanci Mountain to the banks of Wan River, but they were exhausted from long-term combat. Helan Yuan had no choice but to retreat northward. It was fortunate that Zheng Lun had limited troops and dared not engage the Xian army head-on, which allowed Helan Yuan to withdraw his forces to the north.

These two big figures had vied for control several times, and it was not really about his upbringing, but rather, to put it plainly, about whose commands he would obey more.

Suddenly turning to stare at Qiangwei, a flash of ruthlessness crossed her eyes. What had she just said?

In mid-February, Feng Junyang ordered Mo Heng to lead an army of fifty thousand from Qingzhou to reinforce Wu’an, assisting Zheng Lun in the siege of Xinye and Lintong.

However, he never could have imagined that this would lead to so many stories, and that he himself would become the protagonist of them.

He was clearly doing it on purpose. How could he be groping her when they were just by the sink? She glared at him in anger, but helpless because he couldn't see, she could only pull him along with a huff.

Now that Wang Fan had encountered the significantly stronger Sun Hao, he was forced to use the Wusheng Juedu poison pill to defeat his enemy.

Nianyu had thought life would continue in such peace, but an accident happened nonetheless.

Moreover, Yang Lige had clearly become one of the most popular professional players, not only because of his skill in the game but also because of his looks. There was no doubt that physical appearance played a significant role.

"You say it!" Pang Xianxian did not turn her head, keeping her eyes on the blackboard, moving in rhythm with Cui Ting.

"What? Can't afford it? Your empire can't even pay for this little bit of grain?" Hu Hao heard him and immediately retorted.

She loved that he was energetic and possessed extraordinary technique, bringing her to the clouds time and again, leaving her intoxicated and unable to extricate herself. She even began to think that the pleasures of the boudoir were far superior to those of political power.

Seeing this, the expressions of Takizawa Shinryo, Yamamoto Jiro, and Yuji changed drastically.

Lin Qinghou felt a bit uneasy, but he still did not let go of the noble consort in his arms; instead, he wore a look of utter justification.

As the proprietor of the consignment shop, he was never at the store due to various matters, forcing others to manage it for him.

Could it be that it had never seen "food" like her before and wanted to change its palate for a taste of something fresh?

Since the beginning of the southern wars, the Yikui Luo had gradually established an unspoken rule: after conquering a region, transport hubs and major cities would be under the direct control of the central government, while the remaining suburban and rural lands would be managed by the nobility.

But what puzzled them was, why was the sound of the sports car getting louder? Was it out of gas? Or had it broken down?