Volume III, Real Ancient Capital, Chapter 78: Killing True Brightness


by Xiao Xiang Dong’Er | Translated and Arranged by Angel Chua

“An ungrateful beast! You say it again!”

The fierce wind blew up suddenly, and Zhao Hao tossed out a knife in his waist. A rosy, green robe slammed through the cold and fiercely, resembling an eagle, tearing a majestic hairy feather. Free and good-mannered man stood in cold winds, his eyes were fierce, his face was flawed, and the air of the great summer royal family instantly revived.

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Volume III, Real Ancient Capital, Chapter 77: The day will be over


by Xiao Xiang Dong’Er | Translated and Arranged by Angel Chua

In the world, it is full of surprises!

At the end of the day, the whole hall was in a state of silence, and the people were silent for a long while to accept the amazing words of the little princess. Then, the huge noises rang up, like a raging wave, and suddenly rolled up the fog of water. Thin figure suddenly submerged!

“Naughty!” Shu Guiyu coldly slammed, Qiaolian was frosty, and the queen Mu He was dead. All matters relating to Zhao’s marriage were hand-picked by her. At the moment, listening to the little princess openly stated that such a rebellious speech was extremely poetic.

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Volume III, Real Ancient Capital, Chapter 76: Royal regret Marriage


by Xiao Xiang Dong’Er | Translated and Arranged by Angel Chua

That night, Cang Yun was sobbing blood, and the state was in sympathy. The god of the heavens opened his sleeping eyes and looked down upon the mortal beings in the lower bound. In that old city gate, the north wind of the empire building shook, the roaring people of troubled times came out of their first glory, and the whole land of Ximeng was awakened at this moment, and the time was coming. It will surely destroy everything that destroyed the Old World, and then let the new order be reborn in the ashes.
The nation of heroes is an unfortunate nation, just as the peaceful life is bound to be mediocre and trivial.

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Volume III, Real Ancient Capital, Chapter 75: Pre-war clouds


by Xiao Xiang Dong’Er | Translated and Arranged by Angel Chua

In the first half of 775, it was destined to be an eventful event. It is bound to be a matter of far-off autumn. . The heart-stirring events follow one another in endlessly long-awaited history. Looking back and looking at the uncertainties of the big Xia Dynasty dynasties and the royal family, gather together to form an imperial capital. Their simple minds may still be unable to understand the politicians. Their pure mind may not yet understand the intrigues of politicians. However, the instincts of survival in years of war have alerted them to the discovery that the era of great change may be coming, and the sky is full of whistling clouds.

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Volume III, Real Ancient Capital, Chapter 74: Independence of North Yan


by Xiao Xiang Dong’Er | Translated and Arranged by Angel Chua

“The White Calendars  of seven hundred and seventy-three years, the first nineth day in the month of May, after Sui, Baiguan (means officials) cried outside the Purple Gate, the people grieved, it became a national service mourning. On May 16, made in the Tai-Qing Street, in the West Huai Wang Dai filial system, follow the coffin all the way to go, to the Nine Eun Shan Royal Mausoleum.

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Volume III, Real Ancient Capital, Chapter 73: The Queen’s Death


by Xiao Xiang Dong’Er | Translated and Arranged by Angel Chua

Chu Qiao waited for a while, but Yan Xun did not come back, unavoidably anxious. For a while, A’Jing lifted the carriage curtain, said Yan Xun ride on the carriage of Prince Li Ce and asked Chu Qiao not to wait for him. He would go first.

The spring of the Red Plateau always come late. At this time, Bian Tang and Huai Song have long been the flowers of the warm sun and the warm summer, while the land of the big summer is still chilly. Sometimes a trace of cold wind blows from afar.

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Volume III, Real Ancient Capital, Chapter 72: Iron Tenderness


by Xiao Xiang Dong’Er | Translated and Arranged by Angel Chua

Chill wind swept through the dense jungle, like a beast deep breathing, before dawn began to rain, torrential rain, water splashes. Chu Qiao knees halfway in the grass,  looked like waking wolves, through the thick forest her sharp eyes looking forward.

A group of more than 100 men their team carefully leaned over.  Everyone was covered in black and masked, long knife on their scabbards. Four giant hounds walked in front, leading the crowd towards the front. The place where the girl hides is slowly approaching.

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