Chapter 217: Completing the New Layout in the South

At this point, the crowd on their knees should have dispersed happily, but according to Chen Jiehua's plan, the people had to stay far behind and more common folk needed to be organized to create an aura of protection and affection. Simply put, they all had to play along together.

Chen Lanfeng hadn’t fully understood at first, but later he admired Chen Jiehua profoundly—his brother-in-law’s cunning was ingrained deep in his bones.

Old Fujiwara walked along with Mio, pointing occasionally at roadside shops.

In an instant of thought, Lan Mo suddenly became unusually calm. She took a deep breath and gently pushed him away from her embrace.

The groom smiled and said, “Please, both of you, come inside!” Zhu Yufei, the young master of Zhu Steel, was calm and composed. It could be said that Li Rui had married well, though it would have been better if she could keep her mouth shut—at least Hu Xixi thought so.

Qin Jingyu sat leisurely, secretly sneering. The accusation was pointed and precise.

On the imperial bed inside the hall, the person sleeping suddenly stirred. Long eyelashes fluttered lightly like butterfly wings, and the fingers resting on the chest moved subtly.

Unexpectedly, as his cavalry formation shifted, the soldiers of Nan Yue opposite also changed their stance, splitting from the center to the wings, revealing a gleaming blade formation in the middle.

“You keep hitting me. You’ve made my already dull head even dumber!” The man looked at her with a half-smile, his face filled with playful mockery, which made his already striking features even more charismatic.

Min Xiaoying’s words deeply moved Han Zaicheng, Song Xiuwei, and Shen He. They had to admit she was right—because of their tacit understanding and shared feelings, their faith was steadfast, their goals united, and their strength formidable.

He stared at her, clothed in white, the long, graceful neck partially veiled, her jade-like skin exuding silent allure. Her slender waist was so slim it could be grasped in a single hand. Yu Luo felt suddenly parched, flustered, and embarrassed, averting his gaze, unable to look at her any longer.

Setting down his teacup, a loud bang revealed the turmoil in his heart. But Lin Wei paid no attention, sitting down methodically and tapping the table with one hand.

Murong Xun sighed, “Master, where are your thoughts wandering?” Then she told her the prelude of what was to come.

Baita immediately covered his mouth, afraid to speak further. Qian Wangtian and Qian Qianxun were quietly chuckling.

On such a beautiful day, Murong Xun’s heart felt empty, as if she had lost something precious.

Yu Tianzheng had a plan in his mind but did not act immediately. Painting took time, finding a house took time, and besides, there were still days until the end of the month. He didn’t need to rush about in front of others.

“Who is it?” Zhang San asked as he came out to open the door. As soon as it opened and he saw the person outside, his eyes widened and his knees nearly buckled in reverence.

The Heavenly Qi Festival had passed. During this time, Xing Hun and the others stayed to watch Liu Qitian’s recovery, rising early each day to catch the morning dew in jade bowls, working hard without rest.

Thus, at such an overwhelmingly generous Dragon Gate banquet, Liu Rumei decisively abandoned everyone and then dramatically ran off to vomit.

After the armored cavalry came the mounted guards wielding swords; then a carriage bearing the emblem of the Third Prince, Yu Tianjun, entered the military camp.

Watching Mu Hanqiu finally disappear from sight, the old man’s face grew even grimmer. After a long while, he opened his eyes, a tear slipping from the corner of his eye, yet mixed with a hint of relief. What did bearing a thousand years of curses matter? The survival of the Mu family was what truly mattered.

Beautiful scenes are never truly forgettable, nor are painful memories easily erased from the mind.