Chapter 101: The Beautiful Ones Often Get Splashed with Dirty Water

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After waiting for Qiao Mingjin’s meal to be ready, Mingyu and Mingheng also returned, bringing with them a basket full of vegetables grown by Sister Xiu herself. Later, Father Tong and Mother Tong came over and examined me once more, saying they had done all they could and that the rest was up to me. To avoid awkwardness, I said it was getting late and I had to leave. As I was about to go, Father Tong called out Tong Yao, asking her to escort us downstairs.

Jinping, seeing this, lowered her head in thought before lifting the curtain and stepping out, though she kept a watchful eye on every movement within the sedan chair.

Before setting off, the Lan family and Mother Qiao had packed a cart full of items for them—everything from clothing to food and household goods, leaving nothing out. This was after Qiao Mingjin had trimmed it down repeatedly; otherwise, there would have been even more.

“Is this also a talisman against evil?” Ye Kui hesitated as he looked at a piece of leather that seemed almost alive, smooth and unwrinkled.

At the third quarter of the You hour, Lingxi, who had just returned from the brink of the underworld, finally gave birth to Emperor Yong’an’s fifth son. Both mother and child were safe.

Yu Pin’s last words were utterly devoid of humor, carrying only the reprimand of a high-ranking concubine toward a lower one.

Now she had plenty of time. She was indifferent to the work in the fields, knowing the old man and their three sons were there.

After he spoke, I felt somewhat calm, but seeing Master Ma’s anxious expression unsettled me again. I thought, Ma was born and raised here; if the cunning old fox isn’t afraid, why is he so nervous? Could it be he has discovered something?

In an instant, countless arrows flew over the city walls. Guan Yu and Zhang Fei, prepared for the challenge, ordered their soldiers to raise shields and slowly retreat.

A delicacy that made one’s mouth water, a simply cooked yet infinitely flavorful braised bear meat—like a whirlwind, it was gone in moments.

Molong’s forehead was already moist with sweat, but determined to impress Moyie, he continued to enlarge the fireball without stopping.

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Upon seeing Yang Ji arrive, Xu Rong was instantly delighted. He had intended to groom him as a capable assistant and was even more pleased to see him bold yet humble.

“I know you like to eat, so of course I want to buy it—on the condition you come cook with me,” Nangong Linyi said, eager to prepare the dish for her.

Everyone thought Yu’s younger brother was unworthy; having such a sibling left people speechless.

The burly man was a bit confused by the comment, but the corner of his mouth curled into a smirk, thinking they must see him as all brawn.

After reviewing the skills, Andy was deeply impressed; with these abilities, he could unleash even greater power.

Finding a spot, Dong Zhuo didn’t bother with formalities and sat down casually. With no one to disturb him, he lowered his head and pondered the series of events he had recently endured.

Liu Yong shuddered, his eyes suddenly wide open as if awakened. But given the gravity of the matter, he refrained from agreeing with Yu Sheng’s view, instead casting a grave look at him—without reproach or anger.

When Xie Ban Gui saw his surroundings clearly again, he was less than five yards from the riverbank. At his current speed, collision with the shore would mean death, even for a master of innate skill.

Su Meng stood at the doorway, a faint smile playing on her lips—part cold, part sinister.

Meteor dashed into the cemetery immediately. She darted back and forth, and soon a dark mass of skeletal soldiers and ghouls chased after her as she fled from the graveyard.

The two of them cursed outside, while Liu Bao stepped out. Han San’er quietly followed, only for Liu Bao to return shortly, prompting Han San to think Shi Qing was right—he was stealthily tracking them.

The Divine Guards were his ultimate weapon. They possessed the king’s divine powers, making them nearly invincible among monarchs. With their support, Mu Ling could face this formidable lineup.

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Thus, everyone shook off Ling’s “messy” melancholy and left the backyard, just returning to the front room.

Xiyu shouted as she rushed over, slapping Luo Yuze with one hand while pushing Bai Youlan with the other, oddly inserting herself into the already narrow space between them.

Han Zhe sensed her mood was off and stepped forward, gently pressing a kiss on her lips.

He stopped in frustration, realizing his anxious and worried ramblings had gotten out of hand.

Bai Youlan had to admit, albeit with ill intent, that seeing Gu Qingqian—who previously accused others falsely—being taken down in front of her brought a strange sense of satisfaction.

Suddenly, Song Shang Yiguang felt inexplicably disheartened. Could he really change the fate of the world?

“It’s okay. Are you feeling better now?” Yifan paid no mind to his now shameful attire, focusing instead on her.

“Han, I told you before. If you die, Qi Die won’t even furrow her brow to accompany you,” Qi Die said anxiously. The determination in Qi Yuhan’s eyes was unmistakable.

Then, Xinhu placed an incense burner in the corner of the room, lighting incense known for its aphrodisiac effects, before laying Lianqiao down on the “bed” in his room.