Chapter 294: Night of the Silver Corridor

Li Jiaoran lay low over her desk, using a black gel pen to write and draw ceaselessly in her book, recording her thoughts and reasoning in the margins of the pages. Her pen never rested; apart from the time spent thinking, she barely stopped the motion of her hand, until she had neatly written out the very last line of notes, only then finally raising her head, continuing to mull over the knowledge she had just drawn from the book in her heart as she closed it shut.

Before her desk was a delicate and elegant

The poison began to take effect; her five viscera and six bowels felt as though a hand were stirring them violently, yet she slowly could no longer feel the pain, and the strength gradually drained from her hands. Zhongli Jin's eyes were pitch black; she could not tell whether her own eyes had lost the ability to see, or whether the water prison was simply too dark.

Only now did Huang Qingran cease, looking at the Seventh Imperial Prince before her who behaved like a stubborn child, and put on a very angry look.

"It's nothing, it won't be too dangerous, just a precaution." Lin Jing patted Ergou's shoulder once more.

Perhaps Wang Zun had doted on her most in the past, but now, everything had long since changed. Because of the gaps in her memory, those feelings could not be patched back together.

In the final analysis, she did not want to be this passive; she felt that if she did not take the initiative, Brother Xia might never come looking for her of his own accord, even though she had once tricked him into believing they had been together.

Following the direction the procuress had pointed out, we walked for roughly thirty minutes, gradually drawing near the edge of the town. Judging by the positions of the sentry posts I had encountered when I came in, if there were soldiers on guard, we should be drawing near them by now.

That was the first thing he said to her after living for several hundred years and suddenly running into her on the street—telling her to marry him….

"There's no need, thank you for your trouble, Princess. These past few days, Jin'er and I have already recovered as before, and there are also many matters we need to attend to at present, so we shall not trouble you further here. That is why Jin'er and I now plan to bid you farewell." Bai Liyi He cupped his hands toward Mo Beiqing, a mere token of courtesy.

"Alright, let's go in, lest we keep our guest waiting." After giving the instruction, Jiang Yuan drew a breath, then swept his wide sleeve toward the main hall as he walked; Qin Lan followed behind him.

Right after the lance thrust came the impact from the wall. Liu Yunfei wanted to faint immediately and escape the agony, but because of the game, he remained incomparably lucid, able even to feel that very cell moan in pain.

Upon arriving at the Di Hao Hotel Anna had mentioned, Chen Yidao took Anna by the hand and walked in. When the attendant said a presidential suite cost a million US dollars a night, Chen Yidao did not so much as blink, swiping his card on the spot.

"Bit of trouble—it's two of them." Liu Yunfei informed his party through the team channel of the situation outside.

Leng Huating, seated in his wheelchair, swept out a long arm, seized him by the collar in one grip, and with a sharp tug—crack, crack—delivered two crisp slaps across the face.

"Wife!" A hoarse, parched voice rang in her ear, and at once her body was drawn into a tight embrace. Jin Niang gave a start, raised her eyes to those phoenix irises dark as a deep pool, gorgeous and hazy, yet condensed into stars of jet black, as though they would suck her very soul away.

"Good, good, thank you, sis. We'll split it seventy-thirty. I'll draft the cooperation agreement right away." Director Baishitong, afraid Lin Jie might change his mind, immediately set about drafting the agreement.

They had just reached the side-room door. Jin Niang gathered her strength, gave Wang Mama a shove into the room, Bi Yu followed her in, and casually shut the side-room door behind them.

"Thank you, Madam, for your instruction. Jin Niang will certainly heed your words, devote herself to learning the ways of managing a household and finances, help the Imperial Consort run the Wang Fu, be filial to her in-laws, and care for her husband." Jin Niang replied with reverence.

Suddenly, Wei Jiacheng's voice became very, very low. Even carrying a faint note of sorrow.

The picture that appeared to Xiao Shaohua's eyes as utterly empty, in the dark sentry's perception, in an instant a vast ring of invisible light waves spread out with a whoosh from a single distant point; in mere seconds, the sky-light flared bright, then drew back in, and after a faint ripple, everything was as it had been before.