030. Swinging the Umbrella, Stepping into the Mire

Gu Jinxil’s temple twitched. She opened her mouth, then ultimately swallowed the words that had been on the tip of her tongue.

After ushering Zhang Jialiang to sit in the living room, Huang Fei’er brewed him a cup of ginseng tea. "Drink some water first; I’ll be inside for a moment." Setting the cup down, she turned and walked into the bedroom.

The cracking sound of finger bones breaking echoed incessantly over the bridge, reaching the ears of everyone present.

In any case, since his sister loved him so much, surely she would agree if he said he wanted to sleep with her.

"Winter is coming. If you need anything for your homes, just tell me. There is plenty of work, but don’t stay up late—your health is what matters most." Ah Sheng provided the craftsmen with generous benefits, especially the master artisans, whose treatment was on par with stewards like the Shi and Zeng families.

A commoner who was not a Filial and Incorrupt candidate wanting to leap straight to the rank of Prefect? A few decades ago, that would have been nothing but a pipe dream.

Mi Xiang’er felt sick just looking at him. How could she possibly throw herself into his arms? She sat back, leaning away, struggling with all her might to break free.

Old Madam Ye couldn't react in time. Judging by this display, the people who had abducted her must have extraordinary status; otherwise, they could never have acted so stealthily. They had even made the outrageous threat of throwing her into a shark tank.

Xiao Qingshan had been sailing smoothly in the city for the past two years. With his family’s unique medical skills, he saved lives and treated the sick; to put it bluntly, many high-ranking officials and dignitaries had to curry favor with him. Thus, as soon as policy relaxed even slightly, his historical baggage was the first to be cleared.

One leg bent, hand resting on his knee, his head bowed low—in the silent night, one could hear his breathing.

"Sister Yue, you are the best." Yue Hong had told Ah Rong that she could suggest to her master that Ah Rong be transferred to the medicine mountain where her master resided. Ah Rong thought this was a good idea; at least, according to Yue Hong, her master lived very, very far from the main mountain, so few people ever passed by.

The pills retrieved after sealing the furnace for an hour were indeed better, but still nothing miraculous. Ah Rong had no explanation, only saying that it likely required more practice, as this was a trade where perfection came through repetition.

"Of course. You’ve been with me for so long; have you ever seen me lie?" Xing Tian’s skin was as thick as a city wall.

The corners of her lips twitched. She shot a glare at Yu Xi, scrambled up in a disheveled mess, and stumbled out of the room. Throughout it all, Guan Yun didn't even spare her a glance.

Xiao Xiang narrowed her eyes, no longer interested in Xu Hui’s mood; her heart and mind were filled only with the thought she had just had. Tomorrow morning, she would go to Li Shimin to demand Wu Zetian, and then send her off to Tibet.

She had gained another soul at the peak of the Spirit Gathering realm, but she wondered, if Sun Xiaoying found out about all this, would she view her as an enemy?

"Get out. I’m keeping Batian. If you aren’t satisfied, feel free to come find me." Even without his former aura, the Holy Tiger still didn't give Xing Tian a pleasant look.

Seeing Xie Yifan’s complexion return to normal, Zhang Shilei let out a small sigh of relief, her pretty face slightly flushed.

I smiled, thinking to myself: when I first arrived on Earth, I didn’t bow to anyone, so why would I start doing it here?

The Pot Emperor, standing on the cursed soil of the plateau, froze in place, shocked by the sudden appearance of the object before him.

"Teacher, I am very grateful for your guidance over these years. I’m a bit tired now, so I’m going to rest. Please, make yourself at home." With that, she squeezed past them and headed straight upstairs, pretending not to hear no matter how Gu Rong called after her from behind.

In the morning, Mother Su called to invite us over for dinner that night. Even though it had been so long, Diandian still remembered her grandmother, which surprised me a little.

I was speechless. I had just replied "Understood" when she sent another message: "Bye, I'm busy now, let's talk on the phone later!" Her profile picture immediately went dark.

"Why have you been apologizing to me so much lately? I don't want your apologies; I just hope that if something happens in the future, you can tell me in advance. That way, I can rest easy and not worry myself with wild thoughts."

Su Mo stiffened and shoved me away. I staggered, hitting the vanity, the pain indescribable.

My head had struck something and hurt, though it didn't bleed; the impact left me dizzy and disoriented, unable to tell which way was up.

But the child Lu Xudong mentioned made my heart tighten once more. Would my period still come this month?

She was returning to the country to recuperate for a while, and would undergo the second phase of treatment once the weather warmed up.

"Mom just woke up and needs to rest. You stay for a little while and then go back with Grandma Cheng," Su Mo said, expressionless.

A smile appeared at the corner of Shao Shan’s mouth. Since Yan Yujin wanted to play, he certainly wouldn't spoil the fun, and simply waved his hand.

Tang Xi swiped her card to open the gate and walked inside. Only after the gate closed did she stop, leaning her back against it. She tilted her head slightly to look at the azure sky, her eyes filled with melancholy.

With the appearance of these guild leaders, the venue became lively, and the atmosphere reached a crescendo. Although this was just a game and players didn't care much for status, these leaders were big names in the game; even if the players were just there to watch the spectacle, they had to show some respect.

Yang Mei hurried to the corridor to look down and sure enough, saw Yang Rui pacing back and forth by the newspaper board in front of the dormitory building, glancing toward the first-floor stairwell from time to time.