Chapter 84: Splash

“A’Mian! Together!”
Wang Heng reached back and grasped Wang Mian’s hand.
Everything A’Mian had said, she had already considered.
In truth, from early that morning, Wang Heng had harbored a foreboding feeling.
Coming to the riverside and boarding the painted barge only made her unease grow stronger.
If she didn’t know she held little value, Wang Heng would have thought this so-called river banquet was a plot, and she herself its very heart.
“I am just a—”
“I heard you want to pay a fortune for the Shennong Cauldron?” Xiao Xingluo, with his charming, almond-shaped eyes, cast a flirtatious glance at Rujiu.
“Everything is arranged. We can set out at once,” Pang Huang declared confidently, certain of success.

“You’re the one who’s poisoned!” Xiao Xingluo, growing more and more irritated, snapped back at Ping’er.
“Thank you then. Rest assured, Lord Cai, not a single thing of yours is missing. My master holds you in great esteem and would never put you in a difficult spot. Once we arrive, you’ll see it was well worth the journey. I ask you to bear with us for any inconvenience,” Pang Huang said with a respectful bow.
The Jiajing Emperor held the memorial with both hands, his face growing ever more animated as he read, his hands trembling uncontrollably. In the grand hall, whether it was Yan Song, Yan Shifan, or Xu Jie and Gao Gong, all were dumbfounded. The solemn, oppressive atmosphere that had filled the hall quietly dissipated.
This only made the soldiers panic more. In truth, it wasn’t that Wei Guozhang hadn’t considered using cannons, but their accuracy was too poor—and besides, this year’s shells had already been sold off by Wei Guozhang.
“Very well, then. Some of you can just sit and have tea all night. Think of it as my treat,” Qian Duoduo said with a broad smile.
Before Yamamoto Genryusai Shigenkuni could react, three or four more arrows shot toward him. With the sound of frost spreading, his tail, right wing, body, and even his sharp claws were all encased in ice.
Though the restaurant was ordinary, the dishes were abundant. The chef’s skill was impressive, turning homestyle fare into something truly delectable—even Chu Yi moved his chopsticks.
“In fact, I never harmed Princess Nuanshir, so I’m not afraid!” Linglong said stubbornly, biting her lip.
Perhaps it was precisely A’Qian’s uniqueness that made her stand out so prominently in the recent campus beauty contest, allowing her to overtake Zhao Nianxi, the former favorite, and claim the championship.
It would have been best to be with Xu Ru and Mu Qingying, but he worried they’d overthink it, suspecting he had designs on them, so he gave up the idea.

The group no longer fussed over the mechanism that released the fragrant mist. Wearing the gas masks Ge Xi Yan had prepared, they passed through smoothly.
If they had known earlier that the ruined temple was a bandit hideout, they would have acted indifferent, or played dumb when the monks came to search their room. Anything would have been better than risking their lives.
Wei Ning closed her eyes and, consoled by Wei Lingfeng, released her grip on the Duke’s collar, silent tears streaming down her face.
Liu Han, resume in hand, had interviewed at several hospitals, yet still none would hire him.
Directly across from the bar stood a hotel. The two entered. Seeing the flushed urgency on their faces, the proprietor guessed their intentions and, without asking questions, led them to a room, opened the door with a knowing smile, and quietly withdrew.
Rumor had it that the gods and their companions had quelled the uprising. What did this mean? It meant that in times of crisis, they were not abandoned. They were watched over by the gods, and now, more than ever, they revered and worshipped them.
In Jiang Xinwei’s mind, two scales were weighing the balance: which mattered more, pride or her aunt’s brand?
Otherwise, if someone elderly, frail, or with a heart or cerebrovascular condition had experienced that surging rush of blood, the effect could easily have been fatal, the tonic proving too much to bear.