Volume 1, Chapter 61: Going Broke Playing the Good Guy

When Bai Xuanxuan came home from work and approached the gate of the courtyard, she could see two figures leaping up and down from afar.

They were Bai Qiao and Wang Guifang, surrounded by a large crowd of neighbors.

"Rest assured, we will be victorious, the results will appear very soon." Xia Mo observed very carefully; at this moment, the panic of the ostrich had been greatly alleviated.

Moreover, at this time, it was unwise to make an enemy of Heyang. All of his Pokémon had returned, and just one of them was already very difficult to deal with, let alone four of them now.

After a long while, the Sixth Senior Brother slowly turned over and lay beside Chen Yu on the same pillow. The night wind rippled, and the window remained unclosed, causing the plain-patterned bamboo window gauze to flutter. Chen Yu had once told me that the Sixth Senior Brother was not fond of closing the window when he slept at night, and I should remind him to cover himself with a cool quilt, otherwise he would catch a cold.

Tantai Jin pressed his lips together and said nothing. Yang Honghui gently tugged at Fei'er's arm and shook his head at her. Fei'er sighed inwardly and finally turned her head away in silence.

In truth, Kebineng held no hope whatsoever for this suicidal attack. A perilous pass that even an army of one hundred thousand could not breach before, what could these thirty thousand remnants possibly accomplish now? Heh, it was nothing more than treating a dead horse as if it were still alive.

"Thank you very much, Imperial Noble Consort, for speaking on behalf of Muxue and Qiming today. I thank you on their behalf!" I walked behind her and thanked her first.

Fei'er, having finally readied herself, set off on her journey. Fortunately, the Princess's Mansion was not far from the Crown Prince's Mansion, and it took no more than the time it takes to brew two cups of tea to arrive.

With that, Su Luoyun raised the Qingshuang Sword, pointing it straight at the moonlight radiance, infusing her sword Qi into the silver light. The beam of light struck the light barrier supported by Luo Hong like falling soybeans, and it was shattered within a few breaths.

Xuanyuan Che possessed a tongue fit for an emperor, and the culinary maid stationed in the House of Assembling Treasures would naturally be no worse than the best. Even though these dishes had been cooked for a long time and kept warm in the pot, they had not lost their delicious flavor. Coupled with his pleasant mood, his appetite opened up greatly, and he even felt they tasted better than those made on ordinary days.

Jiang Zixi closed his eyes and shook his head, then his body, which had been leaning against the tile wall, slid down onto the floor.

Noticing Nanshijian's distraction, Luo Yunran tilted her head, reached out to wave her hand in front of her senior brother's eyes, her face full of confusion.

Shen Haoran sighed, his gaze suddenly dropping a few degrees, his voice mixed with other emotions, "Ji Meng, I didn't not go to see you." He had appeared countless times in front of the Ji family's private hospital, but he had been blocked every time and had no way to go in and see Ji Meng.

With a casual wave of his sleeve, a layer of dust was swept away from the entire underground palace, and the buried symbols gradually became clear.

Due to taking medicine year-round and having to soak in regular medicinal baths, Luo Yunran always exuded a faint, bitter medicinal fragrance. It did not seem too acrid, but rather carried a touch of freshness, floating lightly.

However, this time was different. Madam Zhang had let her come, and although she was only a miscellaneous helper, her treatment was much better than before.

Yesterday, the man had indulged himself a bit more. Yang雨薇 (Yang Yuwei) had managed to hold her ground at first, but later on, with the man's sweet words mixed with spoiled acts and cuteness, she was unwittingly led by the nose.

Recalling the scenes she had seen when she was unconscious—which felt real yet carried a sense of unfamiliarity—Su Yunran furrowed her brows slightly and spoke softly.

Seeing this, Gu Yunjin did not decline further. After all, since Madam Yang had already made the arrangements, she could not possibly go back to Lanyuan to go hungry.

Having volunteered to go to Dongyi, she certainly did not fear death, but she remembered what Gu Yunjin and the others had said to her: she must strive to live on.