Chapter 61: Hard to Please

The two were close together, their breaths mingling. In that instant, Si Yao suddenly realized that Xing Jue was running a fever, and it was quite a high one. Supporting Xing Jue, Si Yao helped him walk outside. The compartment door was narrow; Tang Tang released the arm she was holding, yet Si Yao remained steady.

Tang Tang found it curious. “You’re pretty strong.”

Si Yao pressed her lips together. “Maybe because he’s not completely…”

With his spiritual sense expanded, Chen Xinghai strode forward, heading to rendezvous with Lin Shihan, hoping to leave these desolate mountains as soon as possible and reassure his parents of his safety.

At that moment, the number of cultivators gathering here continued to rise. As more people arrived, their strength increased, and even Wolf Hongxiang felt a powerful sense of oppression. This was not merely a matter of raw strength, but rather the collective pressure that arose when so many cultivators focused their intent together.

In his dream, the man who looked exactly like him was standing beneath a massive stone tablet, a hand cradling a blazing ball of fire as bright as the sun.

With danger looming for everyone, Chen Xinghai dared not hesitate any longer over whether revealing his cultivation would bring disaster. His eyes flashed; he drew a garment from his storage ring, wrapped it around his face leaving only his eyes visible, and shot down the mountain like a meteor.

At the dawn of midsummer, every household was busy fertilizing corn seedlings, weeding around the soybeans, and tending carefully to the year’s crops.

Cao Wei, the Embroidered Uniform Guard’s Pacification Commissioner, is a man of remarkable intelligence and meticulous strategy, sincere and loyal, a comfort to my heart. I hereby promote Cao Wei to the rank of Grand Councillor, and his wife, Lady Cao Xie, to Fourth Rank Noblewoman. Now the Tatars seek trade and propose mutual markets; I appoint Cao Wei as envoy to the border and the trading post, to depart immediately. I prepare fine wine to welcome my loyal minister back to Ming.

Grandmother looked at Li Ren’s silly expression and, a bit exasperated, tapped his forehead. “Ah! Why does the Yang family always produce fools like you?” The two young ladies beside her covered their mouths, giggling softly.

“Even if you’re a patient’s family member, you still have to follow our hospital’s rules,” another doctor chimed in.

Ya Dong swept his gaze over the crowd, raised a finger, and tapped his own nose, smiling at them. “Has everyone forgotten that, aside from being a student, I have a few other identities?” At his words, everyone smiled, and the snow spirits perched on Ya Dong’s and the others’ shoulders laughed so hard they clutched their bellies.

“No side effects?” Mu Congbai’s pale fingers gently stroked Xiao Xin’s cheek, still a little worried.

Zeng Bingbing smiled. “It’s good to be busy. When payday comes, you’ll be happy about it.” This is a kind of karmic cycle: you get out what you put in.

“I may be nobody, but I’m the one your superior specifically asked for. That means you can torment me, but you’ll never take my life.” Ding Jiuxi laughed recklessly.

“What’s wrong? Just sit if I tell you to. It’s fine, I’m not going to do anything to you. Look how frightened you are.” Ding Lingshu was puzzled. He’d seemed normal enough when he was with Ding Jiuxi; what had changed so suddenly?

Zeng Bingbing pursed her lips, thinking for a moment. “What’s on your mind?” To ask or not to ask—that was the question.

Her face was pale, her figure thin as she threaded her way through the alleys, pressing a hand hard to her chest to alleviate the recurring pain. Right now, aside from seeking out Ye Nuanye, she had no better options.

Zeng Bingbing waved her hand. “It wasn’t me who helped; it was Huo Jingran… He’s the one who investigated and arranged all this.” Mentioning Huo Jingran still made her a bit uneasy.

And as for Changfeng, keeping him in the palace as commander of the imperial guards was a waste of his talents. He was meant to be a hero galloping across the battlefield. She must find an opportunity to discuss it with him—she did not need his protection within the palace walls.