Chapter 15: Getting Close to Aunt Jiang

When she reached the ox cart, Old Gu was chatting and smoking dry tobacco with the other cart drivers from different brigades, while the two aunts and the young man who had come with her that morning were already sitting aside, gossiping animatedly. The atmosphere was lively.

Seeing Li Qingyun approach, their laughter noticeably subdued.

Li Qingyun pretended not to notice, walked up confidently, and smiled as she said, “Aunts, have you been waiting long?”

She didn’t acknowledge the young man, whom she didn’t know; after all, there were still proprieties between men and women, and married people had to be careful in public.

The two aunts exchanged glances, both somewhat embarrassed.

Yun Guili stared at the system panel in front of her, frozen in place. This wasn’t the first time she’d seen such a system prompt; she understood what “no signs of life” meant.

Chen Zihang kept switching screens, monitoring the battle on the map while directing everyone, never missing a single unit even under such pressure.

Ye Chen hadn’t wanted to take on the role of guild president, but since a quest had appeared, he had no choice but to accept. Besides, the Wanjia Guild had certainly engaged in plenty of shady dealings over the years.

“Mr. Zhao, I heard from Situ Haiyang that you plan to open your own jewelry stores in the Hairui and Baifa Plazas, is that right?” Ye Mei didn’t rush to make her request, instead choosing to confirm this first.

Chen Zihang was laning against Talon, commonly known as the “Blade’s Shadow.” Using Yasuo against Talon offered a certain advantage, as Yasuo’s Wind Wall (W) could block Talon’s W ability, “Rake.”

Yun Guili sat at the dining table, propping her chopsticks on the edge, gazing at the feast before her with no appetite at all.

It was all because of that single moment of tenderness towards Su Wanlian, being too kind, too close—giving her room for misunderstanding. Men can be astute at times, yet at others, remarkably obtuse.

Tears mingled with sweat streamed from Ye Qing’s eyes, falling onto the pillow embroidered with auspicious patterns.

Zhang Qian spoke up immediately, hoping to ease the situation for Qin Ruofeng. If he could, perhaps he’d win the favor of Young Master Qin.

Sitting in the front passenger seat, Mo Yu didn’t need to look to know what expression his master, Rong Rui, wore at that moment—it must have been a smile of utter misery.

Raising his only functional right hand, Wang Mo pressed hard on several of his own acupoints. He had no needles with him now, so he could only stimulate them forcefully with his fingers. While not as effective as needles, it wasn’t too far off.

Whether Murong Yuqing truly suspected Wenren Qingcang, I cannot say. I only know that the human heart is a most difficult thing to fathom.

The emperor, hearing this, was not as irritated as before but fell silent. He knew Lin Yuan’s illness well; he had once promised to find her a cure, had done his utmost, yet had never succeeded.

Aunt Han’s hands were slick with sweat from handling pearls, and Lin Yuan’s heart was also uneasy—today’s grand performance would be difficult. If she failed, all her previous efforts would become another’s wedding dress.

As soon as the mask came off, her swollen, red face was exposed again. Where once her skin had been fair, red blotches now erupted, some so swollen they bulged outward.

Seeing Liu Ying busy, Zhang Nuannuan found a quiet corner to wait for Yi Yang. She ordered only a cup of lemon water, cradling its warmth in her hands as she gazed out the window, where the sky was, for once, a rare blue.

The old man was stunned for a moment, then let out an angry roar, flailing his arms and legs as he tumbled from midair.

No matter how powerful the Empress, or how shrewd Consort Xiang was, Tuoba Hong remained the most decisive figure in her destiny.

Just as 09 was signaling toward the other side, the previously steady Bentley suddenly veered violently to the right as if it had drunk too much.

He had no choice but to pick up the water she’d left on the cabinet and obediently swallowed the medicine. Then he realized something serious: they weren’t even married yet, and he’d already lost all authority as a husband! Would she completely have him under her thumb in the future?

Mu Tianyang’s gift had been custom-made at a toy factory—though last time the factory produced a four-legged puppy, he couldn’t make one himself and still had to rely on them. At worst, he’d just have to be clearer about the details this time.