61: Approaching the Truth

"Leave at once, or I'm calling the police!"

Feng Jinyan stared at her coldly, his knuckles cracking as he clenched his fists. After a long moment, he ran his tongue over his canine teeth and said in a deep voice, "Do you know that Ye Xiangwan is in very poor health right now?"

Jiang Hongyu was taken aback. "Poor health? Why?"

"Why?"

Feng Jinyan forced the words out through clenched teeth. A moment later, he tilted his head and let out a short, scoffing laugh. "Why? Is that all you have to say? You just look—"

I heard the Second Master shout loudly, and then a bright light flashed from something in his hand. Because his back was turned to me, I had no way of knowing what he was holding.

Such a thing had actually happened in the Mu family's wine cellar. Mothballs had been placed inside to keep pests away, but the scent of those mothballs had seeped into the wine—decades-old aged wine that, upon taking a single sip, tasted entirely of mothballs in the nasal passages. How could anyone bear such a thing?

In truth, this hypothesis was untenable at the time. During the Ming Dynasty, Tianjin was a garrison city, essentially a military stronghold. Their combat strength was simply not enough to capture a military city like Tianjin. To take a step back, even if they had managed to capture Tianjin, there would not have been enough seagoing vessels available for them to venture out to sea.

Outside the grain shop, sacks of flour were piled high, alongside baskets of rice, polished rice, and various coarse grains, while a snot-nosed mischievous child kicked a shuttlecock by the entrance.

Li Qingshan and Huangfu Rui were chatting away, while the newly selected guards had already been led by the veteran guard leader to the barracks adjacent to the royal palace. Duan Fei and the King were conversing by the garden edge. Everything had returned to peace once again.

He truly disliked striking only after the enemy had struck, and furthermore, he felt it was... simply unworthy of being treated with genuine seriousness.

The team leader seemed to be listening intently to something, his expression growing increasingly grim. At that very moment, the other team members also detected the abnormality. The entire Minling Peak was trembling, impact after impact, in a remarkably steady rhythm.

A thick infrared beam shot out from the estate, illuminating the heavily modified and rugged-looking Maybach. After a brief moment confirming its identity beyond doubt, the infrared beam vanished, and the large iron gates automatically swung open.

Yet what he never expected was how all these gentlemen failed to perceive the benefits of this matter to the Great Ming, and instead chose to obstruct it.

Hua Mian pulled Yan Xun along to tour the entirety of Fengcheng. Until the moon reached the zenith of the sky and the tourists still had not dispersed, she realized that this was a sleepless city without a curfew. Joy welled up in her heart; it truly suited her desires to perfection.

Lowering her head, thoughts swirled and rotated in her mind. Over all these years, it seemed she had forgotten a very crucial fact.

Chen Xing's footsteps paused, and she slowly turned her head. Aside from a few bare, crooked-necked trees along the riverbank, there were only the equally gloomy and dilapidated low-lying civilian houses on the opposite side of the river, alongside the ubiquitous white snow covering everything.

Wang Hou changed into fresh hot water again, stripped off his clothes, and leaped into the large wooden barrel. The water was indeed wonderfully refreshing; every blood vessel in his body dilated, and soaking in it felt like bathing in a spring breeze and having one's mind suddenly enlightened.

"Fine, I won't come over. You seem to be in a strange state of mind right now. What's wrong?" Xuantian was equally baffled; the sudden and drastic change in her attitude had caught him completely off guard.

Thinking that only a few months had passed since his departure, so many upheavals had taken place in her life, and every single one of them was a soul-shattering disaster, he truly found it hard to imagine how she had managed to endure it all.

The wooden cages and carts numbered nearly a hundred in total, rumbling along the road. Under the armed escort of the Imperial Guards, they passed through half of Beijing and arrived at the courtyard entrance of the Heavenly Grade Death Row.

Even her mother, Madam Xiao, revealed an expression of extreme excitement, which left her feeling both helpless and curious.

At the very thought of the bleak days ahead where he would neither be allowed to gamble away his money nor drink his wine, Tong Niuer felt that living held no further meaning, and that he might as well simply die for a clean release.

The interior of the military tent was lined with thick furs and warmed by a charcoal brazier, making it significantly warmer than the outdoors. Although the furnishings inside were simple, every single displayed item proved to be extraordinary upon closer inspection.