Chapter Twelve: The Wardrobe

At three in the afternoon, Yin Nian received a call from Yuan Yin. Yuan Yin told her she was in the city and was about to visit the Muyuan Psychological Clinic, asking if Yin Nian wanted to join her. Yin Nian was at home, poring over well-worn materials, frustrated at not finding an entry point for her investigation, so she immediately agreed.

By half past three, Yin Nian had arrived downstairs at Muyuan Psychological Clinic. She saw Yuan Yin standing by the door, dressed in a white long-sleeved coat, without a hat, her hair coiled behind her head—a touch more fashionable than yesterday. “Yuan Yin,” Yin Nian called out. “Yin Nian.” Yuan Yin looked up and smiled. “When did you get here?” Yin Nian walked over, noticing that Yuan Yin wore light makeup today and looked much more spirited.

Fatty Hao was at a loss, but suddenly remembered that their contract hadn’t expired yet. If the youngest sister unilaterally broke the contract, she’d have to pay a penalty. Just as she finished speaking, countless plants began growing from the cliffside nearby. Barely had they appeared before they swelled and grew, wrapping the two of them tightly in green. The pressure of the lake water instantly pressed down on the array’s protective barrier, making it creak and groan. Watching Li Yiming’s reaction, Wo Jian was quite pleased. Suddenly, a white jade ruler materialized in Wo Jian’s hand.

Watching Shen Yulong’s back, Ding Hao’s lips curled into a smile as he cheerfully entered the alchemy room. He hadn’t expected Shen Yulong to give him a Foundation Establishment Pill, and such a fine one at that. Shen Xuande nodded in agreement with Tang Wan’er’s explanation. Meanwhile, the conflict between Shen Chanli and Shen Chanlie had become irreconcilable.

At that moment, Meng Haitao’s hands moved quickly as he formed a hand seal. A streak of green light flew from his hands and landed on his ears. Instantly, his ears grew larger, and faint green ripples began to spread from his auricles. It seemed Tang Jie, as a scholar, did not look down on martial artists. When he learned Shen Chanli was the fifth young master of Qinghe Villa, his attitude became even more amiable.

Bai Xiang glanced over quietly, only to see that one gravestone differed from the rest; it bore only a name without a photo: Zhong Mo. What nonsense about extraordinary potential? You haven’t even awakened your Word Spirit, yet you dare claim you’re a half-blood? In West City, the number of corpses split by the golden-armored soldiers accounted for at least a quarter of the over eight thousand bodies.

Just then, Ye Xiao soared into the air on his sword, making one final judgment as to whether these people came with goodwill or ill intent. Ji Qingchen had agreed to pay, but she hadn’t expected him to exchange all three hundred thousand for coins—such a long truck, such a mountain of coins. She truly wondered how he’d managed it.

Jiang Muyan squinted at it, as if it were a brand—the slogan seemed to say that each man, with an ID, could only custom order one in a lifetime. He Chunhua replied with an “okay” and inserted the second needle. Unexpectedly, the protective charm on Zhao Fengsheng activated on its own, a golden light blasting He Chunhua across the room, sending all the medicinal herbs and shelves flying as well.

“Mingming, you’re finally awake!” Xing Bao rubbed his sleepy face, still smeared with a few haphazard lipstick marks that made his fair cheeks even more adorable. Jiang Chengde kneaded the dough with casual ease, like a senior master in a fantasy world demonstrating swordplay to new disciples—he made a few casual motions with the sword in midair, then sheathed it.

For a moment, the room was eerily quiet. Mu Sisi stared at Zhao Fengsheng in terror, and even the northern insect handler was speechless. The administrative departments and local reforms appeared to be progressing smoothly, but beneath the surface, bureaucratic delays abounded, making the process far more arduous than the military’s restructuring.

Zhou Qing stared at the door in front of her, fear gnawing at her. She worried she’d found the wrong place, that her son wasn’t here, that all of this… was just a dream. Their main reason for visiting was the proximity, cheap seafood, and the lack of crowds.

Her already beautiful phoenix eyes were outlined with a stroke of white at the corners, delicate blue lines near her eyes drawn like fine, lovely fish scales. When she looked up, the overhead lights spilled down, and whatever material the makeup was made of shimmered in tiny, sparkling fragments—astonishingly beautiful.