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.
