A’Xuan paused on the veranda, pulling back the foot he’d just lifted, eyeing Murong Yun with amused curiosity.
It had to be said—Miss Lei’s expression, behavior, and aura at this moment were exactly to his taste. He liked it—liked it more the longer he looked, until his blood was boiling.
A’Xuan stared at Murong Yun without blinking beneath his mask, his heartbeat quickening.
The noodles had a firm bite as soon as they entered her mouth. Though light in flavor, they tasted quite good. Murong Yun’s eyes lit up, and she followed A'Xuan’s example by adding pickled vegetables, which added a touch of savory saltiness.
After finishing the modest bowl of noodle soup and taking the final bite of egg, she finally felt a bit of satisfaction.
[Family estate? What estate does the Marquis’s house still have? Could it be that Jin’er didn’t dare tell his wife about the Marquis’s situation?]
[Fortunately I acted quickly and tossed the household authority to the heir’s wife. If the heir had told her the Marquis’s household situation, she absolutely wouldn’t have accepted it.]
An hour had not yet passed, so Wen Qingwan could hear the inner thoughts of Madam Xiao and Lady Xiao Wang.
Snowy plains and forest—after passing roughly five kilometers of canyon, you enter the northern mountain.
Here are the most expansive snowy landscapes, primitive scenery sealed beneath cliffs on all sides, and the most mysterious snow‑country legends of the entire G Nation.
In the history of G Nation, there was once the saying of a Northern Mountain Kingdom, and related written records do exist.
Zeng Xiaoyan and Aunt Zhu’er wrapped their money in handkerchiefs and left it with Xu Zhichun, planning to dig konjac and pick lantern fruit first, then bring the money home later.
Xu Zhichun was willing to help them get rich, letting them earn 151 wen a day, so of course she wouldn’t be greedy for their money.
They had nothing to feel uneasy about.
The next day, Jiang Ning rose early and went to the courtyard to practice with her whip.
She swung it with ease, finding it more and more effective, and couldn’t bear to put it down.
At that moment, a waiter from Qingxin Teahouse delivered a tea box.
Chunlan carried the tea box over; it was made of rosewood, looking very precious.
As A Xuan spoke, a glint flashed in his eyes. It was almost exactly when the Pingyun army surrounded Liaozhou—by then, his injuries had already healed.
That night, Madam Hua made him a bowl of noodles with a poached egg. Then she asked him to search for her daughter, saying: if he found her, he should take the trouble to escort her back to Liujing; if not, he should find his own path and not return.
