Chapter Eighty-Two: Not Acquainted

“Brother, come sit here!” Jin Bao’er stood up and pulled Yan Xuan to sit beside her.

Only after sitting down did Yan Xuan notice that his seat was right in the middle of the four girls.

“I’m telling you, my brother is amazing. He’s especially good at drawing!” Jin Bao’er’s little face beamed with pride.

The three girls responded with coordinated exclamations of surprise...

Because they had sneaked out without telling Nanny Du, Sizhēn wasn’t wearing her riding attire. Yet her cheongsam held a clever secret: by unfastening the side buttons on the outer skirt, it split into two high slits, and tying up the legs of her trousers underneath didn’t hinder her riding at all.

The attentiveness of last night was like sand scattered by the wind, vanishing without a trace, and today her true self was revealed.

Sizhēn’s face grew even redder, her head bowed as she hesitated for a long while. In the end, she finally looked up at the Empress Dowager and called out in a barely audible voice, “Mother…”

But the sky showed it was already the hour of Chen; it had been over an hour since he parted from He Badiyu, and he wondered whether He Badiyu had returned.

Upon entering, he found that, unlike before, Xia Xiao’s house was unusually dark; even the living room was shrouded in darkness.

He had expected to see Sister Li, furious and waiting for him, the moment he walked in. But to his disappointment, Lady Li wasn’t even in the house.

Just as he turned the corner, he heard a cacophony of voices inside—mixed with sarcasm and resentment.

For reasons she couldn’t explain, she impulsively reached out her left hand, her slender palm resting in the man’s long, powerful hand.

Zhang Caixia seemed intimidated by her aggressive demeanor and stepped back. Her hand slipped, sending the bowl of prawn and egg custard with tangerine gourd tumbling onto her skirt.

When Qin Yu saw Dao Yi charred black by lightning, he couldn’t help but “lament” his fate. Yet the trace of mockery in his eyes was unmistakable—there was not the slightest hint of genuine regret.

Ruined—could it be that returning at this hour had angered Luo Tian again? Remembering the foolish thing he had done yesterday, Bubie Zui grew even more fearful. All his current achievements were thanks to Luo Tian’s help; if he provoked Luo Tian’s anger, he would surely regret it.

“Are you ready to talk now? How has Feng Wuyang’s health been lately?” Xiao Dingli raised an eyebrow, fixing his gaze on the anxious Boss Lin before him.

Affection? Did this man even know what that was? His heart and blood had always been cold, never warm for a single moment.

Throughout the Great Marsh, it was rare to find a patch of hilly ground like this; most of the area was muddy swamp and lush water plants.

Principal Chen was at a loss as well. Tang Huai spoke so confidently, and with Jing Shao now in the city, she truly had no choice but to send Ji Nan.

“Hmph, you brainless fool, how dare you offend our young master. You’re dead…” Lin Xiao did not reply. Instead, the man in armor stepped forward, his face contorted with menace—though suddenly, his voice stopped short.

When Vitruvius finished his exaggerated winking, he was, unsurprisingly, met with a sharp kick from Cecilia.

Qin Yu’s words left Lan Tian utterly speechless. He had already been astonished when Qin Yu gave his “golden words,” but now Qin Yu’s golden words could even suppress those of cultivators weaker than himself. This new development left Lan Tian completely dumbfounded.

Just as the Nine-Headed Wild Lion closed its eyes to rest, Qin Yu opened his. The look he gave the lion was full of satisfaction, and he was very pleased with the decision the lion had made.

Earlier, I had been running so intently that I hadn’t noticed anything. I exchanged a glance with Xigua—I was sure we hadn’t seen a single trace of anyone. Perhaps they had already left.