Chapter 55 The Interruption of the Strategist Tradition

From the winter of the 28th year of the Shutian era to the beginning of the 29th year, just as Wu Fei made his aggressive advance and retreat through the southern frontiers, an ulcerous festering appeared on the northeastern borders of the Dayao Dynasty.

In October, an army of several thousand men from the Goutai State broke through the blockade of fifteen armies of Dayao and arrived at Lu Commandery. Before Dayao could react, they incited the local rebellious commoners to rise in revolt. This mob of insurgents directly intercepted and plundered the grain and fodder supply wagons destined for the front lines in the rear.

The Dayao troops stationed at the grand granary of Lu Commandery were forced to suppress the local rebels, but by then...

Mofi had come to the Su Embroidery Workshop to apprentice and learn her craft on the third day of the Lunar New Year, and she knew the place like the back of her hand. Giving Tang Mingxuan a guided tour was an absolute breeze for her. The embroiderers here, the embroidered pieces, and every blade of grass and tree here—she talked about them endlessly and fluently.

As soon as Tang Mingxuan posted his moments on social media, Fang Xiaoyu saw it. Zooming in again and again on Mofi in the couple's photo, a suffocating tightness gripped his chest.

Jiang Jiu was struggling in place the entire time. Jiu Yi found her too noisy, so he plucked a couple of handfuls of leaves from the nearby vines and stuffed her mouth with them.

However, from Aobing's perspective, this was the first time he had ever witnessed Lou Xuanxie confessing his feelings to Leng Nongyue. A stray lock of Aobing's hair had fallen down, covering his eyes, so no one else could see his eyes or what his emotions were like.

Taking advantage of the two men's inattention, Xue Lian quietly swapped the medicinal pills on the table. Both porcelain bottles were standard ones commonly used in the Alchemy Hall, making it completely impossible to tell any difference between them.

"They are interested in you," Lou Xuanxie muttered gloomily, the corners of his mouth pouting slightly, his gaze lowered so that people could not read the emotions hidden within.

With Xi Yue's departure, President Li finally breathed a sigh of relief. Dealing with one bigwig was already enough for him to handle, but two had come at once—this was even more absurd than winning the jackpot.

After some searching, Yun Chen found this seemingly dangerous place, and then brought Tang Xinle along with him.

The wooden cabin had been pushed down until only half of it remained. One could still see pots and pans scattered inside, while the open space outside was covered in a mess of footprints, with traces of burning visible in some areas.

The previous day, what had most captured the audience's attention were reports of sinkholes around the world; today, that had been replaced by Tianyuan Sect's lightning raid in the capital.

This was the first time I had ever written anything seriously after transmigrating into the Great Qing Dynasty, and I couldn't even write Traditional Chinese characters very well. But it didn't matter; I was used to being nonsensical anyway, and Fourteenth was so clever that he would definitely be able to understand.

Having said this, Guan Yu cupped his fists and bowed to his two sworn brothers. Then, amidst the concerned gazes of Cao Cao, Yuan Shao, and his two sworn brothers, he walked out of the garrison tent.

Xu Chu divided his troops to resist from the front and rear, but in less than an hour, the front-line defense was breached by the elite White-Plumed Troops led by Zheng Feng. The army was instantly thrown into complete chaos, and the soldiers lost all will to fight.

Upon entering the imperial city, even though it was by the Emperor's personal invitation, certain formal procedures still had to be followed. Someone had to go ahead to announce the arrival, and then they had to wait in the reception hall for the Emperor's oral decree.

Furthermore, before Chiyou defected to Atlantis, he was one of the highest-ranking scientific personnel in the entire empire, having been awarded the Chancellor's Affirmation Medal on several occasions.

Nanjing in November could hardly be considered cold. For a southern city, it was precisely the season of changing attire, and people on the streets wore all sorts of clothing. However, the plane trees shedding their leaves along both sides of the road were telling everyone that winter was quietly approaching.

The chefs hung their heads in silence one by one. Ever since Charlie left, the number of customers had noticeably dwindled, and Wei Zheng's temper grew worse by the day. On the contrary, the reputation of Su's Catering had suddenly risen locally once again. Although their doors were currently closed for renovations, many people were already eagerly anticipating the day of their grand reopening.

When the imperial carriage and horses returned to their positions, Zhao Jingyi raised his hand, lifting it slightly with a stern expression. The deputy general let out a mighty roar, "Set off—!" Instantly, the sound of hoofbeats rose and banners fluttered. Fifty thousand troops moved with the imposing momentum of half a million men, gradually marching into the distance.

"It must be one of my colleagues! They are jealous of me and are gossiping behind my back, just because I was recently promoted and given a raise by the boss outside of the regular cycle!" Lü Zhen said with burning grievance, anger flashing in his eyes.