089. Trading the Imperial Seal for a Beauty? It Was Not That Simple

“Damn it! You actually dared to trade the Imperial Jade Seal for a woman? Cao Xiaoliu, you damn fool—have you lost your mind?!”

In the council hall at Pengcheng in Xuzhou, Cao Cao slapped the table over and over, cursing at the top of his lungs. Beneath the tirade lay helplessness, anger, and a scarcely perceptible sense of relief.

Just moments earlier, Cao Cao had been discussing the assault on Xiapi with several advisers when Cao Xiu hurried in with a report, an urgent dispatch sent by spies from Yang Province.

He knew very well that Young Master Zhou had just returned from the company in a foul temper; they had best not let Tang Wei set him off again.

“Was it you?” Yan Shu also turned to look. He had witnessed those surreal, miraculous powers before, so his first instinct was to suspect me.

It was a desolate planet, utterly devoid of life. There were no trees or plants, only rock, barren mountains, crust, desert, and the like. In the official terminology of the Novar Empire of the Milky Way, it was a dead world.

On closer inspection, Kunsuo had an inverted scale on his neck. Carved upon it was a leaf pattern; it was the collar the Azure Clan had fitted onto the Void Beast race.

“Old Zhang, Old Zhang, Old Zhang, I need a hand with something!” Lin Mu grabbed Zhang Yang, who was about to leave.

“Thank you, Boss!” Wang Yan thanked him from the heart, because Zhang Ruofeng had given her a career.

After such a tremendous battle, Tiger Rampage and the others had nearly exhausted their spiritual power. Facing Liu Yanjie and the rest now, they had no hope of victory. Even at full strength, whether they could defeat those people was uncertain; let alone now.

At the very last moment before the dark green energy struck, golden grids appeared in Xin Zejian’s field of vision. The ferocious surge of power was like a wave shattered against reefs, broken apart by those golden lines into its most primal energy particles. The particles, like water molecules reflecting sunlight, drifted gently toward Xin Zejian.

By now he was numb to Hao Yun’s power. Someone who could trample the Zhang family’s heirs underfoot was unquestionably among the very top rank of the entire circle of young heirs in all of China. He might look unreliable, but he truly had substance—just look at the hundreds of fully armed soldiers; which young master could simply call in troops like that?

The teacup was a Chinese tea bowl. European cups were too large, not suited to savoring tea’s fragrance in small sips, and the bowl also allowed the heat of freshly boiled tea to dissipate more easily.

Hua Xiyan rose from her seat, turned her gaze across the powerful figures below the platform, and once again a long-absent pride and aloofness surfaced in her eyes.

To be frank, several of the films involved here had actually done quite well at the box office, and some of the production companies were probably fairly satisfied.

As soon as Chu Yang spoke, the heads of the other departments all looked at him with the air of spectators enjoying a drama. None of them had expected Chu Yang to dare to so forcefully contradict Chief Chu. The head of the Infrastructure Department even tried to signal him with his eyes.

Jiang Yunzui also felt that he had become a little obsessed. The Empress Dowager had placed Xiao Mingyou under her own eyes to keep watch—how could she possibly let her appear together with the Crown Prince in Chenzhou?

The greatest benefit of wealth was that it let one buy other people’s time, outsourcing all the trivial, unimportant matters of life, and then concentrating every ounce of energy on one’s own true work.

Only after bathing did they take from the cabinet beside them a long tube dress embroidered with a subtle butterfly pattern.

It seemed the investigation materials on Chen Nian from back then had not been thorough enough. She would need to take another look at this young head of the Song family.

Still, there were a few fleeting moments when he truly saw a bit of Haaland in Chu Chao.

It was a giant battle axe. The haft alone was nearly two meters long, and the blade was even more exaggerated. Behind it were many heavy-looking mechanisms—something like hammers, though not quite.

“Fine. I’ll transfer the money to you later. I’ll also notify finance to handle the subsidy.” Zhang Jinxuan stared at him for a while before putting away the card on the table.