Hi Erudites,
Sorry for the super long hiatus. Its been a bad year for me.. Though there were also a lot of good too, its just been really difficult the past months. Its getting better now and moving on with life despite the highs and the lows. I am going back to translating this coming October. Thank you for the support and again I apologize for making you wait for so long. I'll try to make back to back releases to make up for it.
See you all!
Sincerely,
Runa
Chu Yunli entered the palace overnight to report to the emperor.
This action startled everyone, and the palace was instantly ablaze with lights.
Chu Yunli has returned!
Jiang Ning handled the wound with practiced precision, wholly focused, her expression intent, cold sweat beading on her forehead.
Only after finishing the treatment of the wound did she finally breathe a sigh of relief.
Jiang Ning lifted her face to look at Chu Yunli. “What happened? How did you get poisoned?”
Ningzhou suburban cemetery…
The whole room suddenly fell silent, and in everyone’s mind echoed only those few words Wen Li had spoken.
What does “suburban cemetery” mean?
"Grandma?" Li Li tugged at Li Langhua beside her. "What does Wen Li mean?"
In the morning, the northern city lay under a thick cover of snow. The temperature had dropped sharply, several degrees colder than it had been in the previous days.
Inside the villa it was cozy and warm, the air conditioner set to the perfect temperature; even in thin clothing it felt as warm as summer.
Through the wide expanse of floor‑to‑ceiling windows, drifting snow filled the view, as servants hurried about making breakfast.
Elder Uncle Liang could only force a smile, “Then you go on with your work, we’ll leave first. After all, we are one family. You are the daughter‑in‑law of the Liang household, so when you speak, you must think more about the family’s reputation.”
Don’t speak recklessly about things that shouldn’t be said.
Xu Zhichun raised her brows: “Uncle, rest assured, I understand. As a person, one must recognize their own identity. Not only should words match that identity, but actions as well.”
Xu Zhichun thought to herself, ten or eight of them—if she said it aloud, it would scare you all to death.
Of course it could not be spoken.
She kept silent, Zhang’s eyes rolled so hard they nearly turned to the heavens, while Bai showed a trace of mockery: not speaking? Then it must be that she earned too little and was embarrassed to say.
