Chapter 68: Qinghuan Returns Home

There were still some pastries and several flower rolls at home, all made from fine grains, and Li Qingyun was reluctant to let those ingrates eat them. She casually chopped up a potato and a few green beans, scooped out a small bowl of rye mixed with a bit of cornmeal, and cooked a pot of dark dumplings. Although they were made from dark flour, the pot still held the oil from braised pork—she hadn’t washed it before adding water. Thus, the taste was quite decent, with a hint of meat.

The three ate ravenously, as if they hadn’t eaten in days; though it wasn’t a feast, it was at least a filling meal. Li Debao was still not satisfied, but Zhou Linjiang merely furrowed his brows more tightly and suddenly turned to look at Zhu Xiao, as if a remarkable thought had just occurred to him.

Gu Li was well aware, for Mengdie had said that although the species in this timeline were rather abundant, medicinal herbs were difficult to obtain. Yunling Mountain was rich in treasures, but wealth was proportionate to danger—countless experts had perished there. Yin Feng pondered for a moment; from the yellow flood dragon’s resentful spirit to the true dragon’s life source, perhaps all were materials Yang Wan urgently needed for her ascension ritual.

“I haven’t seen you call Haiyuan in ages; did you two have a quarrel?” Hu Yaru asked casually, carrying her basket of vegetables into the kitchen.

Gu Wanxia was amazed that Lu Dajiang had truly earned a considerable fortune. Looking at the dowries prepared for the Lu family sisters’ marriages, they were undoubtedly the finest in all the neighboring villages, and this house was built with impressive grandeur.

Gu Li realized her lapse and took a deep breath, suppressing her emotions, then turned to Gu Changfu, her gaze cold and intimidating. The innate aura of ruthlessness from her previous life leaked out, startling both Eleven and Nineteen.

Ji Linghao, however, didn’t care at all, letting her bite him as he pried open her legs and pressed himself in.

He was still reviewing the latest reports; he had to admit that the company’s recent developments were markedly better than before, with improvements evident in many areas.

At this moment, the Emperor’s heart was still filled with thoughts of the Mistress—how could he accept the affections of a subordinate?

Pushing open the gates of the Palace of Harmony, the Heavenly Emperor took Meier’s hand and walked along the flower-lined path. A cool breeze carried the fragrance of a hundred blossoms, and Meier suddenly felt dazed.

At the time, the seating order was Cute Girl, Cold Beauty, Mu Meiqing, and Short-haired Girl, with me seated next to the latter. I glanced at Cute Girl, who was chatting away with Cold Beauty without so much as a glance at me. Left with no other choice, I sat beside Short-haired Girl.

Perhaps some readers are confused about what happened here, so let’s rewind the story ten minutes, to just after Second Brother arrived.

“Shan’er’s intentions are known to me,” Lan Fubing said with a smile, though he was already a bit displeased inside.

I cursed, “Damn!” and was kicked back a few steps by Yasasu. Realizing things were getting out of hand, I knew that if I didn’t run now, I’d miss my chance.

Yet, as he drew closer to Kartodolaru, Uchiha Madara suddenly sensed a strange aura emanating faintly from the city.

Stars twinkled overhead, the bright moon hung in the sky, and a shadow suddenly appeared—a large face reflected on the water, startling Master Yuan so much he quickly dove deeper.

The Heavenly Emperor staggered through the underground purple jade corridor beneath the pond, pushed open the lotus shadow wall, and returned to the blessed cave. Now he needed to immediately regulate his damaged inner energy; if the Underworld Emperor acted first, not only would Meier be lost forever, but this unbearable humiliation would haunt him for life.

His golden greatsword lay several cell lengths away from his body, its clang echoing as it hit the ground.

The Yu Minghui before me was just as vulnerable as that night when he was drunk and mentioned his mother.

Liaodong bordered Goguryeo and Goryeo; Goguryeo often raided the Xianbei of Liaodong, with several battles fought. It looked as though the fighting might continue. Yet these matters had little to do with ordinary tribespeople; when war came, those fit to serve served, those able to work worked, and that was that.