Jiang Mengyue sent a maid out to inquire, and right after, someone from the Jin family arrived—a servant of Jin Jingxiu—returning the letter.
Jiang Mengyue couldn’t believe it—the one who came wasn’t Jin Jingxiu, but a servant. He even came just to return her letter.
The servant scratched his head and said, “Second Miss, our young master hasn’t been feeling well lately. A few days ago, he was nearly trampled by a horse while out—he was badly frightened, and he’s still lying in bed…”
“Of course.”
Murong Yun patted Hua Le’s head. Though she didn’t understand why picking it was necessary, to her, it was nothing more than a lift of the hand.
With a light step and spiritual energy surging through her legs, she leapt to the top of the towering plum tree in an instant. Before plucking the blossoms, she took advantage of the height to glimpse most of Liaozhou City.
The entrance to the passage was not wide, and very dark. Murong Yun, seeing the strings of grain sacks behind A'Xuan, finally showed some conscience and lit a ball of green spiritual light for illumination.
Since A'Xuan insisted on managing the grain sacks behind, Murong Yun cast a glance at her waist and stepped inside ahead of her.
The secret passage was very long, with many forks along the way. It was A'Xuan who guided the path, and according to him, if they took the wrong turn, what awaited ahead would be deadly traps.
“Wife, shouldn’t you help your husband change first?” The voice behind her was puzzled, yet soft and low, with a husky, seductive edge.
It truly made Wen Qingwan dazed for a moment—when that voice sounded, she nearly nodded in agreement by instinct.
“Hah! You lost—and you still expect me to wait on you? Get out of here. The farther, the better.” Wen Qingwan turned, her voice tinged with fury.
When Wen Qingwan saw two grown men kneeling on the ground, she flipped down and, striking a fighting pose, said: “Come at me if you dare!
Xiao Jin looked at the stern, murderous air flashing across her bright face, and a trace of excitement flickered in his eyes. His little girl was like a wild kitten.
Leng Yan really wanted to step forward and pull their madam away, but their master glared at them and said: “Who let you in? Get out at once.”
The second-floor door closed.
Wen Li lowered his head, thinking about information related to North City. Jiang Yunhao had appeared here for no apparent reason.
If it was purely for cooperating with the Fu family, this would be making a fuss over nothing.
From the woman’s disappearance in North City, to Wanta’s location, and the tension between the Li and Mo families—none of it happens without a reason.
From time to time, gunshots rang out in the quiet mountains, disturbing the originally peaceful forest.
Icicles that had clung to the trees for two months now tumbled to the ground. From above, the dense white frost-covered forest revealed fleeting glimpses of black-clad figures weaving through the trees.
Two cars stopped in the middle of the main road.
