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.
Where the meteors fell, explosions resounded; with his own strength alone, Su Liu shattered the spirit shield and gravely injured hundreds of cultivators.
So strong...
Murong Yun stared at the scene before him, dumbfounded. Was this the peak power of the aggressive spiritual attribute?
Everyone in the Xiao household was stuffed, yet none could bear to put down their chopsticks—the food was simply too delicious.
Especially the half‑grown children, who ate every grain of rice in their bowls without leaving a single one.
Tonight’s dishes differed from the Marquis’s New Year feast; though New Year’s offered more variety, it never had this much meat.
Wen Qingwan looked at the man who could barely stand; she had clearly overthought—his fief was prosperous.
And he merely happened to own a few villages, with ten thousand households of wounded soldiers, that’s all!
In her previous life as empress, when she assisted Zhao Jue with memorials, she never saw any record of Xiao Jin as a Marquis of ten thousand households.
Inside the dense forest it was like a tropical rainforest; because of the natural hot springs below nourishing it, the whole area was completely different from the icy world outside North Mountain.
The plants, trees, and flowers growing here were not suited to a glacial climate; perhaps because of the climate, many things here grew larger than ordinary ones.
The four moved through the forest; after discarding what he carried, Xia Chen held only a pistol, feeling rather at ease.
Having bought what each person wanted, everyone went together to the meat stall to buy meat.
There were several meat stalls in the county town, both in the East Market and the West Market. Since they sold goods in the East Market, they bought meat there as well.
The best fat for rendering lard is pork back fat, the most sought‑after cut, but it was already gone when they arrived. So they had to buy meat with both fat and lean, then trim off the fat at home to render oil.
At this moment, Jiang Mengyue still had no idea that trouble was about to arrive, as she was preoccupied with worries about Jin Jingxiu.
She had once thought Jin Jingxiu was like a dog she kept—summoned at a wave of her hand. But Jin Jingxiu had thrown down the house deed and left coldly, and to this day had never come back to her.
Jiang Mengyue tugged at her handkerchief, her expression dark.
The terrain of Liaozhou City was excellent, with only two gates front and back, and a moat dug around it. Once the gates were shut and the bridges withdrawn, attacking it became difficult.
Since ancient times, in siege warfare, when spiritual cultivation was equal, it required five times the troops to take a city.
In terms of troops, Liaozhou City was said to have one hundred thousand, but earlier Hua Yan and Hua Wu had already transferred away sixty thousand.
“No blame! Ever since marrying my wife, I’ve realized I can’t I can’t keep wasting my life anymore.” Xiao Jin’s low voice carried helplessness.
He had originally wanted to shut the door and live out the days peacefully with his little girl.
The life and death of others in the marquis’s household had nothing to do with him!
At two in the afternoon, the whole of North Mountain was shrouded in gloom, as if snow were about to fall.
After sliding across the snowy expanse for two hours, the group crossed the glacial stream and finally reached the last place.
On the map, it showed the dense forest of North Mountain.
Following the still-visible footprints, the group successfully reached the vine-choked edge of the dense forest.
Today was their first time delivering goods. Shopkeeper Tang personally brought them with a helper, each item weighing ten pounds. On the scale, some were a pound or two over. Xu Zhichun laughed and said: “Shopkeeper Tang counts them as ten pounds and the extra is a gift from us.”
A grand restaurant doesn’t lack this bit of money, but who doesn’t love generous words?
Shopkeeper Tang wasn’t pretentious, and said with a cheerful smile: “Alright, thanks to fortune we got a pound or two extra. How long will you be selling at the market before leaving? If sales go well, I’ll send someone to tell how much to bring tomorrow.”
Xiuzhu followed the Crown Princess’s instructions and went to Huaya Courtyard.
But when she reached near Huaya Courtyard, her face flushed red with shyness, and she hesitated, unable to move her feet.
It was her first time doing such a thing, and she was nervous. Worse, the place she was going was hardly respectable. When she saw several men entering together, her face flushed so red it seemed blood might drip, and she lowered her head deeply.
RUNA: Please read Chapter 150 again. I realized I first posted an incomplete chapter. Sorry and Thank you.
On the corridor, a beautiful unfamiliar person quietly observed everything, as if all were in perfect order.
He was the last master left in Liaozhou City—Su Liu, a seventh‑rank fire‑element expert, known to all as Deputy General Su.
"Where is the Madam?"
After entering the Crown Prince’s palace in her previous life, Wen Qingwan’s life hung by a thread; she was too preoccupied with survival to care about outside affairs.
The Marquis of Chengen had a poor reputation, and the Emperor openly shunned him. As a result, no person of standing or status in the capital city was willing to associate with the Marquis's estate.
Even after Wen Qingwan became Empress, she remained unaware that the Marquis of Cheng’en existed.
This is the core area of North Mountain, the central region of the tens of thousands of hectares of mountain range. It is said that this place is the origin of the entire North Mountain range.
Countless expedition teams have perished here, and even the G-country government itself doesn't possess a complete map of this location.
Because those who entered never came out alive and their remains were never found, that is the normal state of affairs for this place.
That evening, Auntie Liang quietly told Village Head Liang exactly how much their third son and his wife had earned that day. Liang, always steady and reliable, couldn't help but lose his composure: "How much?!"
Startled, Auntie Liang quickly covered his mouth with her hand, frantically squeezing her eyebrows and giving him meaningful looks: "Keep your voice down!"
Village Head Liang couldn't believe it: "This— did they hit the jackpot or just stumble upon a load of money today?"
Jiang Ning moved all the medicinal herbs prepared by the Fourth Prince to Physician Xue's residence.
As expected of the Fourth Prince; he managed to find many of the rare herbs on the list that aren't even available on the market.
Xue Xiu opened the door to greet them, and her eyes widened in shock when she saw a cart full of medicinal herbs.
Murong Yun glanced at the sky; it was gray, bleak, and cold. The winter seemed endless, much like the ceaseless drifting snow.
At this moment, even she was uncertain about the fate of Liaozhou City.
The three spies picked this moment to act—no doubt the enemy beyond the walls was growing impatient. Fine then, since the city’s fall means death regardless, harsh as it sounds, they might as well be put to use.
