Chapter 124: Trapped Within the Scheme, Part 4

Zhao Yiya caught a hint of mockery in Zhao Siyi’s words. Only moments before, she had felt a flicker of gratitude toward Zhao Siyi for bandaging her wound, which had led her to restrain her tongue. But one should never provoke a woman, especially one like Zhao Yiya, who had weathered many storms; such women possess a way with words that can leave one without even a chance to recover.

"You are right. I, Zhao Yiya, may hold the empty title of 'Mrs. He,' but in the end, I am a He family member in both name and deed. And isn't this status, which I hold in truth, the very thing you, Zhao Siyi, dream of obtaining?"

Although the socialites of Nan City speculated that Zhao Siyi was the illegitimate child of He Xuanyi, and while they outwardly granted him the treatment befitting a "member of the He family," in reality, within the inner circles, the title...

High noon in the imperial palace felt blindingly intense, as if reflected by the gold-and-silver-adorned decor. It was the same in Fengqi Palace; in Mu Yiyi’s sleeping quarters, the goose-yellow window curtains made the entire room appear far too bright. The atmosphere was enough to make one restless.

After eating, Wu Jie ran back to the kitchen to bring soup to the elderly landlord. As he emerged carrying an insulated food container, he caught sight of Guyue lying on the sofa and couldn't help but laugh and chide her.

Pan Lin had never expected me to say something so sharp and penetrating. Her face turned bright red, and she was left speechless with indignation. Taking advantage of her momentary shock, I decided it was time to make a quick getaway.

In the City of Dragon Slaying, Walter and the others had already set a time, which the avatar of the Blood Monarch relayed here. Over there, Alan also informed Walter of the matter.

"Why wouldn't I say it? I have a strong bond with Xiong Shuai and Xia Xue, but I have my own opinions. Your affairs have actually involved me for a long time, especially this Qian Feng!" An Ning said, patting Qian Feng on the shoulder.

This was by no means Xu Yuan being affected; it was a manifestation of her guilty conscience. She had only finished scrubbing half the floor, and she still didn't know how she would deal with that snow-white carpet laid out on the stairs.

Baldy did not doubt me. He, too, was worried about Brother Qiang. I didn't know why Brother Qiang hadn't contacted him; all I understood was that Brother Qiang had his own plans.

Lan Cangzhu stared intently at this moment, gazing as if he were looking at the most beloved treasure of his life.

Yet, things did not end with the completion of a few temporary structures. Lan Yingchen’s once-quiet temporary office became the most bustling spot, second only to the chief engineer's, all because of the arrival of this one splash of red.

Just as Lan Yingchen was busy grabbing a towel and searching for tissues, several people passing by the tent entrance stopped and peered inside.

Luo Qian’er did not greet them verbally, offering only a slight nod to acknowledge their presence.

Haitang was unaware of the arrangements made by Baili Lan and Nangong Jinchen. Believing this moody man was using his harsh criticism to malign the Prince of Lanling, she pleaded earnestly to defend Nangong Jinchen, never realizing that her good intentions had only served to betray the Prince of Lanling.

Yanfeng Hotel! Wasn't this the place where Li Wenyan had brought her that night to take her first time? Mo Li had brought her here?

Sensing footsteps approaching, Junchen saw it was his wife, Yu Su. He glanced at her with a smile, took the tea she offered, and sipped it. It was fresh jasmine with a hint of mint, which was quite refreshing.

"I can!" Lin Yi nodded. Since Concubine Wu had spoken so plainly, he had no reason to refuse or make excuses.

Feihu took a deep breath to steady his emotions before pulling out his phone.

Feihu quickly replied, "All right." He bent down to lift the box; it was not large, but it carried a certain weight. Not daring to be careless, he hugged the box with both hands and walked away.

I rose early the next morning. After washing up, I donned my third-rank official robes. I wanted to meet this first impeachment attempt against me in the best possible state of mind, determined to overwhelm them with my presence. I could afford to lose anything, but I could not afford to lose my momentum.

The ministers murmured in confusion, yet no one dared to raise an objection. Everyone saw it: the late King had waited for Xia Nuanyan with his very last breath. By logic, this spirit tablet should be carried by Yelu Changhong, but by sentiment, Xia Nuanyan was more qualified than anyone else to carry it.