Chapter 103: Awakening and Revelation

Inside the琴馆, Mu Weijun and Yu Zhen found themselves locked in a silent standoff. Ming Shuang, trapped within the ice shell, had fallen unconscious from lack of oxygen, while the passerby who had been listening to the琴客 continued to drool foolishly.

After a long pause, Yu Zhen spoke, “Forget it, I won’t bother you with these trivial matters. I have a more important task to attend to.” With that, he withdrew his gaze from Mu Weijun and turned to examine the solid ice barrier Ming Shuang had created.

Mu Weijun’s fondness for Yu Wei had a peculiar origin. Many years ago, shortly after leaving the Demon Sect and wandering through distant lands, he had come across a little girl digging in the mud by the river. Intrigued, he watched as she carefully spread the damp earth over a collection of strange, small objects before soaking them in the river, gently swaying them in the water. He sensed a faint wood spirit energy emanating from them.

Hearing this, Jiang Ran no longer held back. This was not a matter to be resolved quickly; the two indeed needed a place to settle.

Previously, gossip had it that Mrs. Zhou was a student at Qing University. However, today when Zhou Ran donned her professional attire, she appeared quite convincing—almost intimidating.

Some people just had to push their luck, acting as if we owed them something. What’s the matter? Is your son gilded with gold? Or does he have an extra eye compared to others?

Zhou Yanzhou was notoriously picky, never eating sweets or street food. Yet now, seeing Chen Xi’s sincere face, he found himself unable to refuse, despite the words dying on his tongue.

Moreover, considering what she had done before to deal with him, it was a matter of life and death.

Suddenly, a young man burst in, panting heavily, cursing under his breath as he ran.

Ever since Chen Xi had volunteered to cook once, Zhou Yanzhou had banned her from the kitchen entirely.

But I still feel that someone as simple-minded as Su Xiaoyu couldn’t provide any useful information.

Seeing Tian Gang freeze, he sneered again, “Remember, don’t be so careless next time.” With a wave of his hand, Tian Gang vanished before their eyes.

I frowned, remembering I hadn’t yet told my cousin-in-law that Zhang Ling was still alive. Glancing at her, I saw her staring out at the sea, her heart filled with dreams of our wedding once we disembarked.

Because Liu Cui had suffered greatly in the Cui household, Liu Shuanzhu harbored deep resentment toward them. So when the Cui family was attacked, including Cui Shun being beaten, Liu Shuanzhu felt a deep sense of satisfaction.

How could he possibly be abandoned by these people? If he were scolded or despised by them, he could still bear it.

“Do you think I’m attracted to your chocolate?” Qin Fen suddenly darted to Tian Tian’s side, softly blowing into his ear.

He was nothing like Ao Tianjun; he was a free spirit, never chasing fame or superficial appearances.

Yet strangely, A Jian remained silent inside, which was odd. By rights, A Jian should have been healed by now and resting at home.

To honor Liu Fan’s achievements, Liu Hong granted him Zhongling County, bringing his total fiefdom to 21,000 households, nearly matching the 22,000 households once granted to Wei Qing.

Bi Sheng knew that everyone had come to terms with reality and were ready to accept Sun Buqi’s proposal. He felt both happiness and sorrow; this journey south was not in vain, yet deep inside he felt the frustration of a tiger brought low and bullied by dogs.

What did it matter that Huang Sheng was still unmarried? She, a withered flower unable to bear children, could hardly bring more harm to him.

Early the next morning, the two awoke, still heavily intoxicated from the previous night. Determined to play their roles thoroughly, they only left their rooms well past dawn. After freshening up, they stepped outside, where someone had already arranged their brunch.

After Li Erlong finished speaking, Li Mei felt a mix of anger and sorrow. She was angry that Liu Guangzheng, a mere village accountant, could lord over the village and bully its residents for so many years.

Qin Jue lost control, falling from the sky with a roar, crashing onto the ground and sending water spraying everywhere.

“Yes, Mr. Fu has always been resourceful and thorough,” Nan Wan smiled slyly, her polite facade barely concealing her amusement. Her expression made it clear that Fu Jinxiu’s current defense was nothing but a lie.