Chapter 316: Green Porcelain Pillow, Yellow Millet Dream

In the real-world capital city.

Inside a luxury hotel’s presidential suite.

On an impossibly soft sofa lay two naked women.

Both were of exceptional beauty and physique.

Yet now their eyes were tightly shut, as if utterly asleep, sprawled crookedly on the sofa without movement.

Occasionally, their faces flushed red as they twitched involuntarily.

As if caught in some indescribable dream.

Fortunately, though he flung me away, I wasn’t badly hurt—he must have held back. After all, I was bought by Long Ge, and he values me highly; if he had truly injured me, Long Ge would never let him off the hook.

I kept dreaming—sometimes Luo An’ge, sometimes Luo An’ge marrying Bao Jia, sometimes Shu Congxuan, sometimes Du Fan’chuan—people kept appearing in my dreams, coming and going without end.

Andy didn’t stop her; she waved to Qiu Yingying and said goodbye, then walked in with Bao Yifan.

At the moment she moved, I moved too—I shot forward like an arrow, instantly reaching inside, and before the two men could draw their guns, I had pinned one to the ground.

“Here?” Xia Qingxiao didn’t look up, her eyes fixed intently on the chessboard. She was a clever woman—how could she have no instinct for chess? Only after careful study did she realize: yes, playing here would break the deadlock.

Ling Xiquan immediately recalled how Lü Xin’ning had told her that Di Qin had recently asked whether she liked Yin Junyu.

But these were merely others’ speculations; she still lived brightly and beautifully, enjoying a life envied by all.

At this moment, even Lu Jinyang looked at his cousin with an odd expression, unable to believe his cousin was merely a Bronze 4 player.

Xia Chujun trembled, unable to utter a single word, her face turning as pale as paper.

“It’s fine—this place is too dirty; it’s not right to make an elderly person clean it up,” Xia Qingxiao added. Indeed, this old man, from every angle, seemed utterly unrelated to that deranged killer.

“Old Ding! You’re here!” Zhang Yu knew few people; seeing Ding Anyang, his eyes lit up and he hurried over.

Xi Tianling chose this road because he had no driver’s license, and he knew the other route was frequently patrolled by traffic police; besides, though this road was rougher, it was nearly half as long, so he picked it to get home faster.

Inside the door was a bright, spacious dance studio, its walls lined with mirrors; in one corner stood a luxurious golden piano. No one played it, yet the keys moved on their own, a melodious tune drifting slowly into the air.

When Zhang Yu returned to class, he was welcomed like a hero. Wu Jie and the others, as eyewitnesses, could not be deceived by the school like students from other classes.

“It’s her again,” Zhang Fan thought silently. “In the original story, she assassinated Yang Guang, triggering a chain of events that launched the rise of the Twin Dragons. Now, she’s the first to step onto the altar. Clearly, she’s destined to be the one who opens this calamity.”

The news spread farther and farther; even merchants from nearby regions rushed here with all kinds of goods, hoping to sell at a good price. Some visionary merchants directly approached Ye Zongman, seeking to rent or even buy a house or shop at the port as a base for future business.

Harry watched Helena’s ever-shifting expression—now gritting her teeth, now clenching them, now resolute.

Yet seeing Chu ZhaoYe’s complete lack of interference, she couldn’t fathom what the third prince intended.