Chapter 46: The Deal

No one knew how much time had passed before Lady Yang, dressed in a pure white gauze dress, reclined once more on the couch. Her bare feet were small and fair, impossibly charming.
“You scoundrel, you’re always bullying me,” she chided coquettishly.
Zhao Su wiped the lipstick marks from his face with a silk handkerchief and, seeing that she still dared to kick him, seized her petite foot and tickled her sole.
Yang…
Moreover, the Simuwu Cauldron had a major flaw: those who wished to buy it, like Wu Bao, simply didn’t have the money. Those who could afford it didn’t want it; no one could tolerate having such a large, somewhat unsightly bronze vessel weighing three or four hundred pounds in their home.
Gin Ichimaru held the fish aloft—it was a carp—and in his hand, it showed not the slightest resistance.
The frenzied bone dragons attacking from all directions, before they could even approach Wang Chen, were immediately touched by the Sacred Light of Spirit Awakening, turning to ash, vanishing without a trace.
The Linglong membership card, like a credit card, bore the name of the cardholder; there was simply no possibility of using someone else’s card.
Leng Ran remained silent, desperately resisting the wild changes within herself, while also dodging the physiological embarrassment, not daring to lose focus for even a moment.
At first, the sight was unclear—only five luminous points could be vaguely seen, streaking across the sky like falling stars.
Long Xingyu was startled; with the arrival of the black smoke, the chill winds around seemed to abate, as if they feared the smoke. The tombstones shrouded in ghostly shadows ahead grew indistinct, as though fading away.
She wished for nothing unexpected to happen, not a single ominous word to be uttered, not even a drop of blood to be seen.
Ye Fei’s strength was formidable, but the Gray Wolf was the linchpin of the plan. The ‘Flower’ Serpent had no choice but to grit its teeth and rush over to assist. Ye Fei summoned the great ‘staff’, striking down the ‘Flower’ Serpent—time was short, and he couldn’t afford to hesitate.
Ye Chenmeng was fairly clear-headed, but the moment she was picked up by the man, his familiar embrace gave her an overwhelming sense of security.
Ai Mu watched Huo Xueyan’s noisy complaints coldly, but as she heard the final words, her heart stirred slightly.
I watched him lie down; Thin Yin propped his head up with his arm, gazing intently at me. I hadn’t said a word just now—why was he so happy?
The place where Thin Yin once lived—whenever I thought of this, it felt as if his presence lingered in the room.
“I want to bathe and sleep. I’m so tired…” Feng Jingxuan murmured, took his clothes, and turned towards the hot spring.
Yu Kexin, like a young lord, stood with one foot on the sofa and the other on the table.
“Mr. Si…” she called softly, her eyes seductive. That look and voice made Si Junhao melt halfway.
An incense stick’s time passed, and Yun Qixi estimated that enough time had gone by, so she perked up her ears to listen for movement outside.
The gilded doors opened quietly; cars streamed out one after another. Lan Lichuan and Ye Chenmeng's car stopped at the gate, giving way for those exiting from within.
I nodded; I didn’t know what he was about to do, but standing here and hiding myself was the best way I could help him.
In her dream, she saw Yun Waizi. The immortal-like Yun Waizi looked rather destitute, setting up an art stall by the roadside to sell paintings. Li Murong stepped forward to greet him, intending to help, but upon viewing the paintings, found them crude and clumsy, feeling unable to assist, so she turned to leave.
He never imagined that in his bleak world, such a beam of light would appear—not just light, but Anhao was his salvation.
Now, Princess Anning was in the imperial harem, naturally under the Empress’s care. So, paying respects to the Empress was a necessary duty.
Listening to Chen Yufang’s presumptuous ramble, I glanced at Shen Wan’s expression and saw her gazing at me with anticipation.