Tang Yuan still stood dumbfounded, unable to speak a word for a long ti.
Old Wang then looked at Min Xin. "You should also thank that little rascal. That unpleasant child is still your offspring, after all... Min Xin, don’t try to deny it; you were responsible for what happened back then."
Alright, Min Xin rubbed his nose and said nothing more.
King Jingyao didn’t bother with the disgraceful woman on the floor but slowly walked towards the terrace, overlooking the scene below.
Outside his office building, a dense crowd of people had gathered.
Nobles of Beicheng and commoners alike stood there. So looked as if they were facing death with equanimity, while others were protesting his decision with their lives.
Wang Jingchuan, along with his n, was trying to hold them back, but the unrest below continued unabated. People were constantly shouting, so even cursing him to die a horrible death, demanding the entire Beicheng be buried with him, and so on...
He paid no heed to any of this. All that opposition, all that darkness, was now in the past. No one knew how much pressure he had been under these past two short days and one night.
If anything had gone wrong in Beicheng or the East, even if he, King Jingyao, died a hundred tis, it wouldn’t have been enough.
Three minutes... two minutes... one minute...
Wang Jingchuan quickly ascended the stairs, standing beside his superior.
Without anyone noticing, Min Xin had also arrived, along with Zhou Yunchen, Old Lin, Chen Ming, Old Bo, and Lady Bo. All of them were looking in a certain direction...
Wang Jingchuan, beside King Jingyao, held a watch, his voice trembling. "Ten, nine, eight, seven..."
King Jingyao slightly closed his eyes. "I trust Anxi."
Everyone held their breath at this critical mont of life and death.
Wang Jingchuan’s voice almost broke. "Three, two, one..."
Then, the entire world fell silent.
The people below all stopped. They weren’t speaking, weren’t causing a disturbance.
Everyone was stunned.
They were alright; they were all alright.
They were not dead.
It’s unclear who started it, but the crowd below began to frantically shout King Jingyao’s na, surging wildly in this direction. Wang Jingchuan turned his head, his voice trembling even more. "Sir, I’ll go down and pacify them."
King Jingyao gazed into the distance, his eyes stinging. After a mont, he smiled faintly. "Jingchuan, look at you, so unpromising. How many great storms have we not weathered together? This is a minor scene."
Wang Jingchuan humd in agreent several tis, then said, "I’ll go down right away."
King Jingyao smiled, but his eyes felt even more sore. He sighed and spoke to Min Xin. "I don’t know if it’s because I’m getting old that I’ve beco more fragile. I can’t bear such scenes."
Min Xin lowered his voice. "Now I truly admire you; your ability to judge people is far superior to mine."
King Jingyao still smiled, though a bit sadly. "In all these years, there haven’t been many I could appreciate. One is Xichen, the other is that little rascal, and as fate would have it, they’re a pair."
Min Xin also smiled, his voice now hoarse. "Perhaps we’ve beco too worldly and are no longer worthy of love."
Old Wang chuckled. "It’s I who am unworthy. How could you not be?"
Saying this, he patted Min Xin’s shoulder. "Co, let’s open so red wine to celebrate."
Min Xin followed behind. "That situation over there still needs to be managed. How about I go?"
"Let Zhou Yunchen go," Old Wang said aningfully. "He is the most suitable person."
Min Xin understood imdiately and then looked at Zhou Yunchen.
Zhou Yunchen slowly stepped forward, his gaze fixed deeply on King Jingyao. "I will set out at once."
King Jingyao lightly toyed with the thumb ring on his hand and said nonchalantly, "Bring Bo Qing back and hand him over to . The Bo Family cannot bring themselves to do this."
Zhou Yunchen nodded and then led his n away, his heart heavy with complex emotions.
Yun Duo... is it really you?
「Dark.」
As those final seconds were counted down, everyone was waiting for the fireworks of an explosion.
But after one second, nothing happened.
Two seconds, still nothing.
Song Jia stared blankly at Gu Anxi.
Bo Qing narrowed his eyes. "Beauty, was this your doing?"
Song Jia still looked completely baffled. Then, Bo Qing’s gaze shifted to Gu Anxi’s face.
Gu Anxi giggled. "Sorry, Master. This was just a little joke Sister Yun Duo and I played. Watching her struggle with guilt... it was quite amusing..."
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