Chapter Forty-Three: Framed

"With the sound of firecrackers, a year comes to an end; the spring breeze carries warmth into the spiced wine." Wang Heng was dressed in a brand-new crimson skirt embroidered with gold thread, the collar and cuffs trimmed with a circle of snow-white fox fur. The fur was perfectly pure, not a single strand out of place, making Wang Heng’s round little face appear all the fairer and more delicate. She took the wine cup from Zheng Yi’s hands and, inhaling the strong scent of medicinal herbs, couldn’t help but recall a poem Wang Mian had once recited to her.

“Ninth Lady, this poem suits the occasion. At this very moment, Peach Blossom Valley is truly a place of cascading waterfalls and blossoming flowers, the fragrance wafting all around. There are a few garden cottages, and the scenery is serene and delightful.”

Yu Yunhan often wished to show Su Wanluo interesting things, but as a result, things often went awry. In the end, whether for the sake of his men’s peace or for their future days in Bingzhou Prefecture, he had his reasons.

He motioned for Ru Sanshui to sit; he had something to say. Liang Yian’s attitude was earnest, though he seemed at a loss for words. Ru Sanshui waited patiently for Liang Yian to gather his thoughts.

Ru Sanshui was blocked by these soldiers, unable to rush forward and shield him from the arrow. Even without them in the way, it would have been too late—the bow was already drawn to its fullest, ready to release. There wouldn’t even have been time to shout, “Beware, assassin!”

At that time, even if they felt resentment in their hearts, outwardly they showed the Jiang family the utmost respect. Now, however, they put on the airs of elders, instructing those around them to call out in their stead.

“Disturbing my peaceful dreams,” Jiang Liuqing mumbled, rolling over to continue sleeping. Seeing this, Xia Xiheng simply took a sip of water and sprayed it over him to wake him up.

But there was an inexorable law of destruction that not even the Celestials could resist, suppressing the Chieftain of the Ninefold Clan so he could not, with a single thought, control the entire great world as a true Celestial might.

My dear sister, you’re letting your guard down far too much. How can you be sure that the one who sneaked into your room isn’t a hungry wolf who has long been eyeing you with ill intent?

In other fields, Su Mo truly had no authority to interfere in matters of crime, but when it came to antiquities, he would never allow such things to happen.

He wasn’t sure if it was just his imagination, but Guo Yonghe felt that his mother looked at least seven or eight years younger than when he’d left home that morning.

General Zhao was held down by his younger brothers while the strategist personally shaved off the remaining stubble and applied medicine to the wounds. They’d wanted to bandage him up as well, but the man flatly refused, saying if he were wrapped up like a rice dumpling, how could he still look imposing before his wife?

He seemed to hope, like Emperor Shizong of the Ming, to subdue the scholars with courtly floggings. Yet, times had changed, and such methods were no longer effective.

For instance, with this latest relay overheating incident, it was obvious the problem lay in the integrated control circuit, but as for the exact cause, he found it hard to deduce. The Sarem Company’s operations and user manual merely listed the warning signals for malfunctions, without explaining the underlying reasons.

Thus, both sides had to rely on their stamina and luck, and it was clear those people were luckier than they were.

Inside the MGM Ballroom, every corner glittered with gold and was abuzz with excitement. The pounding waves of music rose and fell—truly worthy of being one of the most famous nightclubs on the Shanghai Bund.

Hearing Guo Yonghe’s request to borrow the lathe in the biotech department’s prototype workshop to test-make some unusually long, slim bolts, he immediately agreed.

After all, the night was so dark now and the phone screen’s light so faint that she could barely make out anything, especially with the curtain still drawn beyond.

After receiving a round of kicks and curses from Chris, these people instead felt they’d finally found someone to rely on and all crowded around him, asking what to do next.

Once the Ninefold Fiend Dragon suddenly appeared, it shot straight towards Yun Xiao and his companion in midair, crashing toward them with brutal force.

After the seal was lifted, Shennong showed no great excitement. He summoned back the Shennong Cauldron. From that moment, a forebear of divine power, on par with the highest gods, was reborn into the world. At last, Li Qing’s side possessed a true powerhouse in every sense.

Yet, he was secretly anxious, knowing that today’s calamity would be enormous for Misty Peak, and whether they could survive it would depend entirely on fate.