Volume 1, Chapter 60: Infiltration of the Hezhuo Tribe

After a few days, the group arrived at the imperial summer palace.

This summer palace of the Great Qi dynasty, surrounded by mountains and embraced by water, was indeed an exceptional retreat to escape the summer heat.

The moment they stepped into the palace grounds, a refreshing coolness washed over their hearts.

Ruyi was overjoyed, chattering incessantly as she followed closely by Ye Yuntang's side.

Upon seeing Feng Yao, Wang Fengzhi and Feng Qing longed to tear her to pieces. While Wang Fengzhi managed to restrain herself, Feng Qing lacked such patience. Besides, how could she possibly stomach the sight of her own wretched and disheveled state being witnessed by Feng Yao?

"Once we get you settled, we'll go look for food." A-Juan wiped the sweat from her forehead, swept her hair back, and bent down to hoist the injured man onto her back.

What if people back home conspired together to frame them? Of course, that would assume under-the-table manipulation by the auction organizers. Scenic Entertainment was fair and square, so such issues did not exist. But why would anyone dare to trust these foreign television networks?

Yet, past Ganzhou, the landscape grew rather distinct. Places like Suzhou and Juyan along the way were certainly not as densely populated or thriving with bustling markets as before; the roadside scenery had transformed into vast stretches of desert and Gobi. Occasionally, one could catch the striking silhouette of the Great Wall and beacon towers emerging against the undulating mountain ranges in the distance.

"Can't be bothered with you, let's go eat." Setting aside the documents in her hand, she walked out alongside Han Nuer.

"Are you out of your mind?" Han Nuer asked Leng Feng, looking utterly bewildered. To choose such a mission the moment he returned—wasn't he just newly married? How was it that after his honeymoon, he had become even more reckless than before?

Ennobling one's wife and conferring honors on one's sons—just look at this fellow. Qu Chongyu expressionlessly glanced at Mi Dalang's chest, which was puffed out with great effort yet still sat significantly lower than his protruding belly, and quietly set down his cup of kumis.

Liuli's body stiffened slightly. Yet the familiar aura that enveloped her in that fleeting instant, along with that long-lost warmth, suddenly drained all strength from the hands she had raised. She could only instinctively clutch at the lapels of his robe, utterly unable to push him away.

Gu Yan tried to unlock her phone, but the car seemed to have been modified; the interior was completely isolated from the outside world, making it impossible to contact anyone.

"Liang Yuanshen, you brute!" Luo Lingjin was so enraged by Liang Yuanshen that she felt smoke billowing from her seven orifices. Snatching a flower vase from the kang table, she hurled it fiercely at him. At that moment, she wished nothing more than for the man to drop dead right before her eyes to vent her fury.

Of course, Tong Guinu himself was quite eager to be a royal slave. Being a slave to the imperial household carried far more backbone than serving as a high-ranking minister.

Zheng Chenheng's body remained as steadfast as a monolith, his proud head held high as he stared straight into the old master's eyes without a trace of emotion. His broad and majestic back stayed ramrod straight, refusing to flinch or waver in the slightest under the lashing of the whip.

With that, he turned and gestured toward a horse carriage parked at the entrance of the medical clinic. There was a sturdy coachman with it, but this was a freight cart, not a covered carriage meant for passengers.

This ring had remained inside the water ghost's body for rather too long and was stained all over with the creature's bodily fluids. Karl conjured up some clean water and rinsed it thoroughly for quite a while before it was finally clean.

Ning Xiu also roused his spirits. He knew that once the yamen issued a formal warrant, it meant the matter had entered the official judicial process and could never be glossed over with just a few words.

Everyone knew that if the faction attempting to intercept and kill them remained unreconciled, they would definitely strike within three days, as it would take Sun Chongyang and the others precisely that long to recover from their injuries.

A moment later, Nangong Yunyao glanced at the piles of dead tiger bees on the ground, looked toward the stone cave ahead, called out to the others, and walked straight inside.

This time, Jian Yu was on his guard and did not hurl himself directly onto her. Even so, his body still dipped lower by a fraction due to momentum, leaving their faces mere fractions of an inch apart, though not quite touching.