Volume One, Chapter 67: Wen Qianxue Is Pregnant

Wen Xuyu turned at the sound, finding the person somewhat familiar. "You are...?"

Chen Ge had gathered nearly all the resources at his disposal, fully prepared for a desperate struggle, ready to risk everything against Chen Zhentian.

There wasn’t much money left at home. The family had poured almost all of Chen Dabao’s household savings into building this house, and there were still some outstanding debts. In truth, very little remained.

From the very beginning, when she was assigned to Cheng Shiguan, she had always known exactly whose influence she was relying on.

Ye Ling, amused by Su Kele’s antics, joined in the mischief, determinedly taking bite after bite. Though it was all play, Ye Ling was earnest and competitive, eager to bite out the shape of her own surname just as Su Kele wished.

With that cry, she truly accepted Liang Cong, suddenly throwing her arms around him as tears once again streamed down her face.

"That's just how things are now. If you sell cheap, he thinks your goods are fake; if you sell high, he believes they’re worth the price!" Su Xinyue said.

Regardless of the truth, everyone was eager to flatter him; at least, the young master of Red Maple Furniture Company was genuine.

Lin Xueqing bit her lip, the hesitation in her eyes fading as she nodded firmly. This relationship was real; she would not deny it.

Several officials of the Great Qian Dynasty, like cats catching the scent of fish, darted over at once.

Jiang Lian arrived early the next morning. As in her previous life, she found Bai Runa, expressing her desire to buy the bracelet. Bai Runa looked at Jiang Lian in alarm.

The cockroaches came flying one after another, but the black butterfly always managed to evade them at the critical moment. Time after time, they brushed past death’s shoulder, as if even time itself could not catch up with the two of them.

"That's enough, don't say anything more. The workday is nearly over—I should go." Tong Lexi glanced down at her watch and smiled. It was the first gift Lu Yan had given her, and she cherished it.

Biologists call it a state of transformation, psychologists refer to it as extrasensory perception, psychiatrists call it higher-level subconsciousness, Christians name it answered prayer, but Ye Qian calls it the Sage’s Hour.

"Xinxin, do you remember? The day we admitted we liked each other, I promised I’d take you travelling, take you to see the ocean. Don’t worry, I’ll keep my word. Tomorrow we’ll set off, and I’ll take you to your beloved sea." Amu spoke softly to Zhao Xin’s photo.

As the Hanwei army hurriedly assembled, Huang Taiji also received the scouts’ report. Seeing their mobilization, he burst into laughter, as if a great weight had been lifted from his heart.

"I overheard your whole conversation just now. I think you’re being a bit too extreme," Zhao Xingnian intoned with the air of an elder, his lecturing tone making him sound rather unpleasant.

After dinner, everyone went off to rest. Since they would be accompanying Yinxue home the next day, they wanted to be in their best form. The journey back had taken five days by road, and the group was quite weary.

Of course, Yu Bin was boasting. The soul mark in the badge had been drawn from himself, and as its owner, he could clearly sense the location of every badge. For anyone else to track them this way, they would have to painstakingly search, kilometer by kilometer, across a thousand kilometers.