Chapter 452: Why does it feel like I haven

Xia Zhimeng thought for a moment, "A princess demoted to commoner status could never marry a great figure. Supposedly she married a wealthy merchant. But that merchant wasn't a good sort, and in Chechi Country the patriarchy is especially severe; Dongfang Ling'er marrying there would likely spend the rest of her life in misery!"

"Donglin Emperor, how ruthless!" Leng Yue sighed.

Han Xing sneered, "Even if he's not ruthless, he couldn't sit in that seat. Rather than saying he's ruthless, it's better to say he's opportunistic!"

As for Seventh Prince Dongfang Xuan, no need to ask further; everyone could already imagine his fate.

A prodigal prince, after being reduced to commoner status and exiled to the lawless Eastern Wilderness Continent, would most likely endure a terribly miserable life.

"With Dongfang Xuan's gaunt, pale face, those hulking villains of the Eastern Wilderness would love him the most!"

"The top star of the minor manor is none other than him!"

The fate of Gu Huanghou and her son, the three of them, was sealed with a single prophetic remark amid their laughter.

There's a saying that all scheming ends in futility, and triumphs and defeats turn to emptiness in the end.

Karma cycles, and retribution never disappoints.

What is meant to come will eventually arrive.

So, friends, do good deeds and don't worry about the future!

Ling Shaoyang stood nearby, his complexion not looking good.

Although Gu Huanghou and her party were punished, the thought of their conspiracy stirred an unstoppable murderous intent in his heart.

Gu Dongliu, unusually, did not show up.

Ye Qingran was not surprised.

After all, Gu Huanghou is still a member of the Gu family, Gu Dongliu's paternal aunt; her downfall would heavily burden the entire Gu clan.

He probably was already at his wits' end by now.

"Alright, let's drop this topic; I have something to give you."

Xia Zhimeng's eyes lit up, "What is it?"

Ling Shaoyang looked speechlessly at her, "Why are you so worked up?"

"Sister Ye's gift must be something good!"

Xia Zhimeng said without hesitation.

Ye Qingran smiled, "A couple of days ago, with nothing to do, I refined some Nine‑grade Elixir and will give you some."

"Nothing to do?"

"Nine‑grade Elixir?"

"Some?"

"Listen to these keywords—are they even human words?"

"It's as if only a god could utter such words!"

Xia Zhimeng swallowed.

"Nine‑grade Elixir? Sister Ye, are you serious?"

"Do I look like I'm joking?" Ye Qingran said amusedly.

"Not at all!" Xia Zhimeng shook her head vigorously, "Just curious—aren't you an eighth‑rank Alchemist? When did you get promoted?"

Ye Qingran said mysteriously, "When did I ever claim to be an eighth‑rank Alchemist?"

Xia Zhimeng didn't think, "That day at the palace banquet, in Jin Luan Hall…" before she could finish, the realization struck her.

"Sister Ye, you couldn't possibly be…"

Ye Qingran gave a slight nod.

Xia Zhimeng staggered, nearly falling to her knees before Ye Qingran.

A thousand words could only turn into two raised thumbs.

Who masters the art of playing the pig to eat the tiger? Sister Ye reigns supreme in Xiliang!

Ye Qingran gave Han Xing a glance; Han Xing placed two Jade Bottles on the table and said, "Each contains three nine‑grade Bone‑Refining Pills."

"Bone‑Refining Pill?"

"Nine‑grade?"

"Or three of them?!"

The two stared wide‑eyed.

Forgive them for being inexperienced; this is their first time seeing a Nine‑grade Elixir!

Han Xing explained, "The Bone‑Refining Pill refines the body; the nine‑grade version can, to the greatest extent, temper your bodies for cultivation."

"So it means that after we ingest it, our bodies become purer, more receptive to the world's spirit energy, more in tune with heaven and earth, thus accelerating our cultivation speed considerably?"

Han Xing nodded.

Xia Zhimeng felt her legs grow weak.

She felt as if she were dreaming!

"Take one roughly every three to six months; the exact interval depends on your own condition."

Xia Zhimeng stared at the Jade Bottle brimming with nine‑grade Bone‑Refining Pills, her eyes sparkling.

"Sister Ye, I won't be modest!" she scooped a bottle from the table, cradling it gently as if it were a treasure.

Ye Qingran nodded, her gaze toward Xia Zhimeng softening.

These years she had devoted herself to her child and avenging her master, leaving no room to make friends.

She knew she had some ability and was doing fairly well, yet she never wanted to stand above the clouds and forget the fullness of mortal life.

The arrival of Xia Zhimeng and the others helped fill a lingering regret in her heart.

Getting to know these lovely people is indeed her fortune.

"Why don't you accept it?"

Ye Qingran looked at Ling Shaoyang.

"When I was training in the Jiuzhou Corps, I had already taken..."

Although Ling Shaoyang was not a member of Jiuzhou, as Ye Qingran's personal disciple, he often went to the East Suburb villa to train together with the people of the Jiuzhou Second Corps.

"Those that aren't ninth-grade, I'll just say, take them if I give them to you."

Ye Qingran waved her hand, "Your master still needs how many pills for you?"

Ling Shaoyang: "......"

It sounded as if it made perfect sense!

Ling Shaoyang received the pills, examining them repeatedly, feeling delighted.

Just thinking that these pills could make him stronger, he became uncontrollably excited.

He must train diligently to become a powerful aid for his master!

"Right, Sister Ye, why does it feel like I haven't seen Wuhen in a long time?"

Xia Zhimeng suddenly asked.

One sentence, and the atmosphere of Ting Yu Xuan instantly became extremely eerie.

After a while with no answer, Xia Zhimeng looked up.

She was dumbfounded.

"You all, why are you staring at me like that..."

Could it be that she misspoke?

She thought back a bit and felt her earlier words were fine.

The relationship between Wuhen and Sister Ye,