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!
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.
Chu Yunli’s tone was cold and indifferent. Turning his back, he said, "I am somewhat tired, Miss Yan, please leave."
"Brother Chu…" Yan Ruoxi opened her mouth but stopped short, not knowing what to say. Brother Chu looked as if nothing was wrong at all.
Could it be that the wound medicine was not used?
On her way back, Yan Ruoxi’s hands trembled, her face pale.
She did not want to hurt Brother Chu, but she had no choice—everything was forced upon her…
Yuan Feng watched Yan Ruoxi’s departing figure, his expression clouded with doubt.
Su Liu halted, startled. Though the figure moved swiftly, he recognized him—wasn’t that the odd fellow A'Xuan, the one Madam had saved?
Though the man was a bit strange, his strength was no less than Su Liu’s, and his character not too poor. Seeing his frantic urgency, it seemed this peculiar Thunder Lady had been brought back by him.
Truly, birds of a feather flock together.
Murong Yun’s eyes widened, filled with unwillingness. Yet all she saw was the futilely churning clouds, every flash of lightning converging to one point, as if to forge the strongest heavenly thunder.
She could hear it—the consciousness above, gloating, as if saying: Look, at last it has seized the chance.
At last, they could completely erase her—the anomaly that had slipped free of the world’s plot.
“Since you are already here, why shout so loudly? Don’t frighten Sister Zhu’er—especially with the Crown Prince present." Wen Yansheng muttered discontentedly.
"Third Brother, how can you say that! Sister won’t mind, will she? Third Brother has always been straightforward since childhood."
Wen Mingzhu sat beside the Crown Prince in the upper seat; her voice was pleasant, crisp yet tinged with charm.
Today Xiao Jin did not want to ride a horse; he wanted to sit in the carriage with the little girl, Leng Yan drove the carriage, and Jin Que sat with him at the front.
All along the way only Xiao Jin’s cheerful voice was heard; Wen Qingwan chimed in now and then, making him sound even more delighted.
Wen Qingwan looked at the man grinning like a fool, while inwardly wondering whether Wen Mingzhu would return home today.
Night falls, and beneath the shroud of darkness the whole Northern City glitters with lights.
This city, belonging to the northern fortress of Country G, shines with dazzling lights at night, beguiling the heart.
The whole Northern City is boundless in beauty, especially after nightfall when its snowy world stands unique—an exquisite sight.
The two who entered hand in hand drew the gaze of everyone in the courtyard.
Hongyun followed the two inside, edged closer to Yuan Cang, and stood by his side.
On the way, the Master took time to let Miss Wen Li bathe and change clothes; wherever these two went, their looks drew every eye.
Zeng Xiaoyan, being straightforward by nature, couldn’t stand this. While checking whether a batch of Lantern fruit seeds was clean, she raised her head and sneered: "Even if we wanted to harm, we couldn’t. These Lantern fruits are ours once we’ve bought them, nothing to do with anyone else, so you don’t need to meddle."
The villagers glanced at each other, silently curling their lips—wasn’t that exactly the truth? They only needed to sell the lantern fruits; the Xu family was happy to buy, everyone was happy to sell, money in one hand and goods in the other, and that was the end of it.
It’s just that simple a truth.
Xu Zhichun laughed and said: "We’ve already discussed it, so please, Uncle Lizheng, go and tell them."
“Good good!”
Xu Zhichun, smiling again, brought up the matter of buying land.
Liang Lizheng was startled, gave her a look, and said: "Have you thought it through? If you have, then buy. Wasteland costs two taels of silver per mu. Within a year it must be reclaimed, or else it will be taken back. Starting next year, tax must be paid—twenty coins per mu, or ten pounds of dried soybeans."
Physician Ye was absorbed in studying the formula and did not notice Yan Ruoxi’s expression.
Yan Ruoxi’s face shifted from pale to flushed, her fists clenched tight, revealing a look of jealous hatred.
After half a day, Physician Ye finally figured out the formula for the wound medicine. He nodded approvingly: “What a marvelous remedy—when Seven‑Day Grass and Polygonum are used together, they can swiftly stop bleeding…”
Chu Yunli tacitly accepted Physician Ye and Yan Ruoxi’s company, and the group continued toward He Province.
Chu Yunli’s coldness made Yan Ruoxi feel wronged, but she quickly adjusted her state of mind. The road was long, and there would surely be chances to draw closer to Brother Chu.
Her looks were no less than Jiang Ning’s, her medical skill outstanding, and as the daughter of a noble family, she surpassed Jiang Ning in every way.
The other, with strength alone, held off the fifty thousand enemies pursuing him, and even chose to follow him back to defend Liaozhou.
Alas for Hua Yan—his whole life spent in war, all his cultivation carved from battle, yet he barely reached the eighth rank.
And this youth, not yet of age, already possessed eighth‑rank cultivation—an exceptionally powerful fire‑type spiritual adept. Such a genius, he was witnessing for the first time.
Murong Yun shifted her footing, moving through the air to block Gong Liu’s path.
At the same time, the vines slithered, wrapping around the two of them.
At this moment, Gong Liu was like a trapped turtle—only with Murong Yun as his roommate.