Chapter 101: If You Still Wish to Marry Me [Bonus Chapter]

Si Yao left.

That evening, after taking a shower, her phone rang—Bai Yu was calling. Si Yao answered.

Even through the phone, Bai Yu’s voice reeked heavily of alcohol.

Si Yao frowned. “Drunk again?”

“You liked my post on Moments, which means you’ve been keeping up with my updates...”

“My beloved.” Yan Jingtian approached, pulling Qian Wan into his embrace, speaking with deep affection.

Even though Nan Yunfeng was outrageously wealthy, such a magical artifact wasn’t something one could simply buy on a whim! It was his family’s immense fortune that had given this wayward disciple the mistaken impression that he could squander at will.

Aside from some logistical staff or those delivering telegrams, there were hardly any officers with the rank of Major in the entire office.

“This campaign against the rebels is to uphold the royal family. The retainers of Toyo and Satsuma, under the command of Shimazu Hisakatsu, have all dispatched elite warriors to join our military guard. How fares the defense of Bizen?” Liu Huai said, feigning casualness.

“Excellent. Now, with over a hundred thousand troops besieging the capital, the Yuan court is on the brink of collapse. Soon, they must recall the Jiangnan forces to the north for reinforcements. With this, our Great Song dynasty will surely turn peril into safety!” Though exhausted from the journey, Xie Guoming’s face was still alight with joy.

“You lead the guards to maintain control. Ensure all items are registered and strictly enforce order.”

Most people, when faced with such circumstances, would make the same choice. At times like this, talk of avenging disciples is just empty words; preserving one’s own life is paramount.

Dressed in a black robe that blended seamlessly with the night, only her fair, delicate chin was visible beneath the dark cloak. She lifted her eyes slightly, her blood-red pupils reflecting only the coldness of a skull. Even the most vicious brothel keeper couldn’t help but shudder.

Out of sentiment, he had some acquaintance with Su Ling, and naturally preferred to see her advance rather than Boti. Logically, the upcoming final of the King’s selection would be a knockout match—no teammates, only opponents. So, having one less strong competitor would always be advantageous for Kashiu.

Only teachers and chefs had specific quota requirements; caregivers were listed as “several.” Did that mean caregivers could seize others’ identities?

Meanwhile, Su Ruo, on the third floor, had already fallen into a trap. She was poor with formations and was truly overwhelmed, frustrated enough to want to recklessly charge through without care.

Outside the camp, hundreds of soldiers pushed over a hundred ox carts, approaching with festive cheer and bustling energy.

Pipixia’s lips curled into a wicked smile as she kicked Sherlock off.

Unlike Hua Han Daojun, who was nearly dead from poisoning, Master Shu Miao had been confined for days but seemed unaffected, still bearing the ethereal, immortal aura. Seeing Yu Duo, a gentle smile appeared on his face.

But this was a medical clinic; any slight misstep could lead to a deadly lawsuit. Moreover, with the dynasty’s emphasis on medicine, such reckless action was tantamount to digging one’s own grave.

Hearing the familiar tone, and seeing Si Yu’an lost in thought again, Qi Qi helplessly tugged her sleeve.

“Why say all this? I told you, it’s none of your business!” Bai Yanchi’s voice carried a hint of anger.

Growing impatient, the hurried footsteps outside the tavern finally arrived, accompanied by pained groans—clearly, the other party had taken a beating. Qian Er’s heart leapt with joy as he straightened his back, crossed his arms, and put on a fierce expression.

And then, that long incantation—he had spent so long memorizing it, only to find it unpredictable. How could a frog possibly chant spells?

Yet Chu Ling smiled brightly at her, wearing a mischievous expression that left Bi Liuer quite helpless. She could only turn away and ignore him. That demeanor was undeniably endearing.