Avalanche at the main peak of North Mountain.
The avalanche’s coverage spans dozens of miles beneath the main peak, blocking the route out of the forest.
Such a vast avalanche covered two‑thirds of the central area.
At the same time, outside North Mountain, the dense crowd guarding the forest watched the avalanche unfold.
Outside the forest of North Mountain.
Starting at eight o’clock yesterday morning, the Mo family gathered every member they could and sealed all the entrances to North Mountain tightly.
Even more terrifying, the Mo family not only gathered manpower but also moved in every heavy weapon they could mobilize.
Aunt Liang rolled her eyes at him, then smiled, not rebuking him, her tone surprisingly gentle: “Back already? Go wash up quickly, dinner will be ready soon.”
Isn’t it just about the same as finding money.
Liang Lizheng and his two sons: “.”
Looks like Mother really did pick up money.
“We didn’t hurt anyone. What we sold was properly treated, safe from poison. Coming into the city these days wasn’t for nothing—we managed to earn a bit of hard‑earned money.”
“Oh”
Half of the probing gazes had faded away.
“I told you, doing business is never that easy.”
“Exactly. If you ask me, it’s better to honestly tend the family’s few acres and earn some food—that’s the proper way to live. Those restless ones who love to stir things up only end up poorer the more they fuss.”
Jiang Mengyue stepped into the house; hearing the sounds from the courtyard, she gave a cold smile.
She held command over matters of the future, of great use to the crown prince, who would surely protect her completely.
Even the crown princess could not touch her.
Jiang Mengyue cursed inwardly that the crown prince’s secret guards were useless—letting someone break into her home and even allowing that madwoman to slap her twice.
Where have all the secret guards gone?
“Someone! Where are you!” Jiang Mengyue cried out, shaking all over with fury.
The young warriors, hoarse and weary, yet shouted encouragement with such force that Murong Yun’s retreating heart was jolted.
She clenched her teeth but could not suppress the upward curve of her lips—how could she retreat now, with such an invincible cheer squad behind her?!
Heaven could see it: ever since her transmigration, the world’s judgment had always been scorn—useless, vicious, decadent, a parasite blessed only by luck of birth.
