Chapter 67: The Imperial Class and the Commoner Class

The class of commoners?

Liu Ying was somewhat baffled. He was not a person of evil intentions, nor did he look down upon the common people.

However, in all the knowledge he had been taught, no one had ever spoken to him about the importance of the commoner class.

It seemed, after all, to be of no real use.

Looking at Liu Ying’s expression, Lu Xuan patiently explained:

"What I am explaining to you might sound very difficult to grasp, but I still must tell you so that you can open up new ways of thinking and perspectives."

Behind Hao Jiyou, Mi Jingxi's face flushed red as she shook her head repeatedly at Zhang Tianci, gesturing for him to stop talking.

The assassin glanced at his unconscious accomplice, swallowed hard, and looked at Ye Feng, who wore an innocuous and harmless smile. Yet, an intense killing intent radiated from his body, making the assassin feel as though he were enveloped by the chill of an ice cellar, a nameless terror rapidly spreading within his heart.

Seeing that Jiang Zuo did not refute Su Qi, she said softly, "Although your wife is not a top genius, she is not bad at all. Do you know that your wife is very excellent?"

Zhang Tianci hid behind a white marble pillar, sizing up the approaching maidservants. He noticed that the two maids were around fifteen or sixteen years old, and their attire and styling resembled those from the Ming Dynasty.

"I told you everything is fine. Have you ever seen your young mistress get the worst of it?" Qi Yu said, her gaze drifting toward Gong Yin.

Fang Qingqing had no suspicions either. Just then, feeling thirsty from the chat, she casually took the juice and drank a few large gulps, then continued chatting idly with her classmates.

Working at the Bureau of Investigation was not such an easy task. Aside from the internal regulations and provisions of the bureau, one also had to study a great deal of law. Examinations were the best activity to test the results of one's studies, so in September of this year, Yuan Quan planned to take the judicial examination.

As soon as she opened Douyin, she saw crazy private messages sent by Ox-Head and Horse-Face, Lü Bu and Diao Chan, and even Tang Mianmian along with various fans.

Once Su Qi arrived, Jiang Zuo had to hide, still harboring lingering fear regarding Su Qi's unreasonable intuition.

"RT?" Gao Jiajia was clearly very unfamiliar with this team. There was a flurry of busy panic on the other end of the phone, followed by a startled cry.

After listening to Zhan Tianyou's reply, the Emperor calculated in his mind: producing a car every two and a half days meant twelve cars could be produced in a month.

Su Yingmei was greatly startled. No wonder so many people rumored that she would be Catherine's successor; no wonder Catherine had poured in all her human, material, and financial resources.

Su Yuyang's actions fell into the eyes of Feng Ji, who found them strange, but a few seconds later he understood that Su Yuyang had a deeper meaning behind what he was doing.

Tianbao's unintentional action was originally meant to temporarily stall the Overlord and buy Lingyang time to tear open a spatial corridor, but she achieved unexpected and miraculous results instead. She bound the Overlord with human emotions, and it seemed that she could already use this as a basis for deeper communication and negotiation.

It could be said that Dilong had made detailed plans down to the minutest detail regarding the travel affairs of the Emperor and the Empress Dowager, while also dispatching Li Sanquan and Zhang Dapao two days in advance to inspect the route all the way to Tanggu Binhai.

Public transportation in the Southern Dynasty was extremely underdeveloped, and buses were very scarce, so the public bus was packed with people. Lingyang had boarded halfway through the route, and after barely managing to squeeze his way up, he felt as though he had instantly transformed into a sardine trapped inside a tin can. There was not even enough space to turn around, and he found even breathing somewhat difficult.

In that instant, I also wanted to perform the Maoshan Spirit-Summoning Technique. Even if I were to die, I would not sit and wait for my doom; I would fight a desperate struggle to the death. Although I knew I was no match for the masked man, before I could even execute the Maoshan technique, the masked man flashed right in front of me and pressed his finger against the center of my brow.

"I have no recollection of ever seeing you before." Qin Fangbai picked up his chopsticks again and concentrated on eating.

"Uncle! Uncle, are you alright?" Baobei also stepped forward to support his trembling, angry frame, helping him sit down on an outdoor chair. Du Xuan touched his chest and said, "The child doesn't know any better, don't take it to heart! If you make yourself sick with anger, what will I do?!" As she spoke, hot tears welled up uncontrollably in her eyes.