Chapter Sixty-Eight: Zhu Yaotang’s Painful Memories

“Cousin, who exactly is this Ye Cheng? How come even you’re afraid of him?”
Zhu Dachang, despite being kicked, quickly returned to Zhu Medicine Hall’s side, his face full of confusion as he questioned his cousin.
“Who is he? He’s someone none of us can afford to provoke. Do you know, when his pharmacy opened, even the Five-Star Commander Qin Siyuan...”
Yang Zhantian saw Ye Feng admit it and burst into laughter, saying, “Good, now you even dare to admit you’re a practitioner of the Five Elements. Enough talk, I’ve been waiting for you a long time! Hahaha...!” Amid his wild laughter, a force as overwhelming as the end of the world surged forth.
“That’s something I can’t say. Anyway, your whole body is limp now; you have absolutely no power to resist, hahaha,” Zhou Chu said smugly.
Their primary task was to prevent the Turkic cavalry from flanking the Sui army, bypassing the phalanx from the wings. At the same time, if the battle grew deadlocked at the front, they would charge in, encircling the enemy from both sides.
“I dare not take the credit. I saved you only for my own sake. Besides, everyone is saying I poisoned you,” Feng Yufei stopped, his long, narrow eyes habitually narrowing, yet the corner of his gaze covertly remained fixed on Ya’er.
Suddenly, several tentacles formed from black mist, writhing wildly like octopus arms, clawed menacingly toward Ye Feng and his companion.
“Well said. Since you’ve spoken, I might as well show you something?” Xia Kui gracefully bowed to Huan Luo and Liang Yin, then with a wave of her hand, vanished with the aid of the wind, taking someone with her.
“Thanks to you, I can now walk and even jump,” Feng Yufei turned around, his expression quickly adjusted to a mask-like smile, revealing no hint of emotion.
Thoughts tangled in the darkness, Chu Binxuan, in another room, was lost in contemplation. He knew well that Mu Zhihan could not forget Pei Junhao. Yet since Pei Junhao was not someone to entrust one’s life to, he thought he ought to take Mu Zhihan away from his side, so that she might forget the pain he had caused her.
If the opponent struck first, he might not have a chance to retaliate. Now, he had to seize the initiative.
Hurrying down the stairs, he glanced from the living room toward the garden and saw the tall, dark figure chatting with the Flower King, which brought a smile of relief to his face.
Looking at his plump, rosy-cheeked son, the struggle and pain from moments before seemed to ease in an instant.
Aunt Zhang poured water for me; the boiling water clattered into the porcelain cup, feeling especially warm in my hands. Seeing I didn’t drink right away, Aunt Zhang said, “It’s freezing cold, madam. You must be chilled from coming over. Quickly, have a cup to warm yourself!” With that, she poured another cup for Fang Heng.
Just as we were talking, Ji Manrou came in through the side door of the flower hall. Seeing Chun Tao and me there, she immediately hid what she was holding behind her back, afraid we might see it.
The start of filming was inauspicious; the show was shadowed before it even aired. Not even Emperor Xiao’s fame could rescue it, especially since the scandal was truly his fault. If news got out, his good reputation might be ruined.
“So, you mean we can trust the Chinese market’s data, and the other markets’ analysis is just for show?” Sitting at Greenhorn’s front right was a young man in his early thirties, Honoré, a Frenchman. In Greenhorn, his role could be described as the strategist.
She curled her lips in a smile and closed her eyes, unable to see any environment or sound. It was as if the world had fallen silent, and no sound could reach her ears again.
In the vicinity of the Feather Kingdom’s capital, mushrooms and fungi were widely eaten. She had seen many varieties; though she couldn’t recall every detail, she remembered most types. The families she had stayed with previously rarely ate such dishes.