Chapter 62: Candied Hawthorns and Horse-drawn Sleds

In the winter in Heilongjiang province, snow fell one storm after another, and every household in Fengtian Production Brigade officially began their winter hibernation.

Icicles hung heavily from the eaves of the small courtyard, glittering brilliantly in the sunlight.

As Gu Wennuan was admiring the view, Zhou Siyu suddenly reached out, snapped off an icicle, and popped it into his mouth with a crunch.

The ice chilled him so severely that he shuddered and spat it out.

Gu Wennuan sighed. "How can you eat that without caring if it's dirty?"

Zhou Siyu tossed the ice away.

Li Changfei was deeply troubled. His elder sister was obsessed with power and schemed day and night to ensure that nothing threatened her son's position. Now that the Prince of Ran'an had returned to the capital, he feared another crisis was imminent.

Hearing this, everyone was utterly baffled, and some even thought Wu Tiangong was joking. Let alone a mere stripling like him, even they wouldn't dare claim they could fully command an army with ease. They had lived for decades—could they really be inferior to a youth not yet twenty years old?

The inspector grew somewhat weary. Although his voice was not loud, everyone heard him clearly.

Zhong Zhiqi sighed upon hearing this. The trouble posed by Song Sixian would have to be dealt with sooner or later. After dropping Song Shiyun off at home, he went out to look for Song Sixian.

This was indeed his current astrological destiny, but clearly it was not the whole picture. There were still crucial and hidden secrets that even the Arts of the Lian Shan Yi managed to evade, defying divination.

At eight o'clock in the morning, UK time, Tian Bai was still fast asleep when his phone by the bed suddenly rang.

Shen Nanyu ignored him, wearing a look of unconcealed impatience. "My Lord, I still have matters to attend to." If not for him, she would have simply let the matter drop.

After all, the Leyi before her was not someone she could easily deal with, and she owed her return to her rightful body largely to Leyi.

Qingyun knew he had a clear conscience, but still pressed on, "I beg the Grand Tutor not to become too close to my Princess." She lowered her head slightly, as if making a plea. Yet, even Qingyun felt that she was in the wrong.

For the past few years, she had lived this way. Whenever she had time, she would wipe down her father's body and perform muscle rehabilitation massages for him.

The ferocious, burly man before her had no power to resist at all. With a soft groan, he crashed to the ground, his body covered in numerous wounds. While these injuries were not fatal, they crippled his limbs and sealed his dantian spiritual core.

Bai Jixi returned to the club before the match began to confirm the team registration and other competition-related matters.

Seeing Shen Que's actions, not only the various underworld officials, but even Nieyun himself looked somewhat startled. However, that emotion vanished in a flash, replaced by his initial aloof and desolate detachment.

Before dawn the next day, Xie Changan gave orders during the morning court session that once the old dowress woke up, she should be sent back to the ancestral estate.

Fortunately, the Tyrant was not the Dark Tyrant; it did not yet possess a pair of dragon wings, and its running path on the ground was clearly visible, preventing the three of them from losing its trail.

However, when they saw Ye Shaoyang and his party, their expressions were all rather grim. From their fragmented words and demeanors, Ye Shaoyang realized they were all discussing how Wangyang had rejected the Grand Elder of the Weapon Refining Sect, Li Yufeng, who had wanted to take him on as a direct personal disciple.

Ling Mochen had managed to find a wooden board from somewhere, upon which the characters "Tomb of Murong Jin" were already carved, with no signature.

Chu Jirong found a battered copper gong from parts unknown and began to beat it—clang, clang, clang. The sound of the broken gong was unpleasant, yet extremely loud.

"Enough. Rumors stop with the wise. Everyone, get ready; the Empress is about to arrive," Zhaorong said with a frown upon seeing this.

Shao Qi did not know how to explain. According to the doctor's assessment, the current condition was very severe.

"You have handled this with care and worked hard; just take these few things," Cang Jiuyao said gently from above.

Perhaps he did not care to consider others, but if everyone else was having a hard time, his own life certainly wouldn't be easy either.