Chapter 151

Jinyang, Tang County Public’s residence.

In the first month, every household kept watch through the night, drove away evil spirits, and bustled with festivity.

As the principal wife, Du Gu Ru, though her husband was far away at the front, still managed household affairs with meticulous order.

When she had free time, the well-known noble ladies of Jinyang vied to visit her.

The small chamber was quiet, its furnishings plain and elegant.

On the redwood tea table lay several delicacies—quickly glancing, they appeared to be wine, butter cakes, and cheese.

Seeing Gangshou instantly quiet down, Xia Yan nodded in satisfaction, while internally considering the feasibility of what Gangshou had just said.

They were now atop a peak not far from the city, where immortals continuously flew through the sky, and birds sang amid fragrant flowers—clearly, they had entered a celestial grotto realm.

Communication is underdeveloped now; in later times, a single email would suffice. As for returning, Lin Yi had just arrived in Hong Kong and had no intention of going back yet.

“What does the Imperial Consort wish to say? Speak plainly!” Unmoved by her venomous gaze, Murong Qingwan spoke calmly. She had seen this look from her sister too many times—it no longer disturbed her.

“Ningning is my son, Leng Haoxuan’s son—why should she go with you? Are you trying to kidnap her?” Leng Haoxuan asked with a half-smile.

As the elevator reached the first floor, the faint resentment clinging to it dissolved silently into nothing.

From their accounts, the villa caught fire after they fled—no one knew what had happened inside.

Murong Qingwan glanced at the ginseng in the box; its main root bore fine, deep circular markings, its lateral roots slender, its fibrous roots long, dotted with pearl-like nodules—undoubtedly the rarest and most precious wild mountain ginseng.

She never said I should stay; she seemed indifferent, yet in truth, she cared more than anyone else.

In the space of just a few words between them, a tide of lustful suitors surged forward, extending delicate, pale hands toward them.

“How is this possible? Why? It can’t be like this?” Master Feng stared in disbelief at Mo Jiuli.

Yun Shen turned to look at Yun Yi and Yun Xiu, then without hesitation drew his long sword and attacked the eight black-robed men.

“Bastard, Mother is mine! She’s not your mother…” Before Mo Jiuli could speak, Mo Baobao was the first to protest.

Lin Yi had no options left—he cleared the plates in a gust, then pulled Lin Ruoyan away.

“Exactly as you suspect—this poison came from the Nine Physicians of Shura! Only his poisons grow stronger with every antidote!” Gu Yan said weakly.

Xiao Xiao let out a dry laugh; she wouldn’t admit she too wanted to pick a fight with the Sha Huai Marquis’s household. She now felt that too many lice don’t cause itching, too many debts don’t cause worry—adding one more enemy didn’t matter; she already had plenty of grudges.

“What? You have an objection? Want to spar?” Song Kang’s face darkened; his fingers tapped “tap-tap-tap” on the table. He looked anything but joking—he seemed ready to turn violent at any moment.

Yun Shuirong, however, recalled she had concealed herself perfectly—she had said all she should, and not a word she shouldn’t.

As soon as the forbidden seal was triggered, an alarm rang out—the Ye family, who had just left Shangcang Town and were preparing to hide and surround it, received the alert.

I put down my phone, stifling a scream. I now knew where Wei Hai was and the direction of He Pengju’s movements—but I had no one to rely on. Aside from Meng Zhaole, still wounded, I had only a few brothers from Jiangbei Hall. Forget dual-pronged action—I couldn’t even manage one.

Gangshou herself, along with Nara Kyūkyū and Kakashi, rushed immediately to Hyūga Hyūga’s side and revived him.

“I can’t just take someone else’s money, Sister. Can I do chores for you? Do you need a housekeeper?”