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.
“Why do you have to check on me first?" the Marchioness asked in an unfriendly tone.
"You were the former mistress of the household, you should set an example." Jinque lifted an innocent smile.
“What if I am unwilling?" The Marchioness wanted to gain some time, letting her personal maid hide some items.
The sky grew hazily bright.
Yesterday the sky was cloudless, but by morning snow was falling thick and swirling. Li Langhua, always a light sleeper, woke up very early.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, watching the snow whirl outside, Li Langhua lifted the quilt and got up. Ruiqiu pushed the door open and handed over the prepared honey water.
When mixing in the lye water just now, Xu Zhichun intentionally kept away from Liang Mingliang.
With Xu Zhichun’s reminder, Zeng Xiaoyan and Aunt Zhu’er suddenly recalled the secrecy contract. Both felt a hidden fear—for in their excitement, they had nearly forgotten the need for secrecy.
After all, to them, a husband was someone very close. From childhood, the teachings they absorbed impressed upon them that a husband was their pillar, their reliance. To deliberately conceal something from a husband—such a thought had never even crossed their minds before.
