62. Letters from Grandma and Grandpa

Hearing Ruoruo's voice, Fourth Brother Jiang did step out for a quick look, but he only saw his sister's trembling door. Remembering the examination tomorrow, he hurriedly rushed back to his room to study.

Between the sugar and the cigarettes, he simply could not let his sister's tremendous efforts go to waste.

A bowl of millet porridge, an egg, and a cornmeal bun left Jiang Ruo thoroughly full. Just as she was debating whether to go outside, the front gate was pounded on, and the voice of Old Woman Sun from next door drifted in from outside.

In the blink of an eye, more than two months passed. When Azǐ went to see Shi Zhibang, he tried his utmost to avoid his various concubines, and with Shi Zhibang's attentive protection, she spent her days in relative peace and leisure.

"Hmph," she said, and offered nothing more. Feng Yifeng, kneeling on the ground, blushed. He wanted to stand up but lacked the courage, and just as he was wondering what to do next...

"This... of course is possible, but avoid strenuous exercise for the next two days," Physician Xianluo replied.

As one could tell from the name Wind-Wailing Ravine, it was a mountain ravine terrain with complex topography and rugged, uneven environments everywhere. Furthermore, because fierce gales would frequently and abruptly sweep through here, emitting a continuous wailing sound, it earned the name Wind-Wailing Ravine.

This silk embroidered with a hundred flowers—she had only laid eyes on it today, so why would she come to this guards' courtyard?

By the time it was passed down to this grandson, the Great Ming Dynasty had already endured for nearly two hundred years. This prince was named Zhu Xianjie.

A faint smile touched Consort Wang Shun's pale face, though the corners of her eyes held deep attachment and reluctant tears. One last time, she gazed with lingering fondness at Princess Kunxing before her eyelids slowly drooped, drooping lower and lower until not a single sliver of light could enter.

Skimming through it hastily, Zhao Gan clicked directly into the human resources section. True to a large and well-established enterprise, there were quite a few recruitment positions available, ranging from account managers and senior editors down to sales personnel, various types of designers, and editorial staff—everything one could possibly imagine.

The kitchen came over to ask Ruan Jingyuan, who was waiting outside the door, what he would like for lunch. Ruan Jingyuan found himself in a difficult spot; how could he possibly go in and ask at a time like this? He had no choice but to tell the kitchen to prepare both Chinese and Western dishes.

Several days later at the post house, an attendant handed over a sealed lacquer box containing only a single musical score: "How many times mistaken, recognizing the returning boat on the horizon." There was no signature, and the person who delivered the score said nothing of its origin. Perplexed, she set up her guqin and began to play. Amidst the trembling of her ten fingers, romantic entanglements intertwined, offering no release. At last, she understood the meaning of that inscribed verse.

Fiyanggu simply did not believe it. If she truly knew nothing, the eunuch who delivered the imperial decree moments ago would never have spoken those words.

"Your Royal Highness the Heir Apparent flatters me. Whatever achievements I have today are entirely due to the Emperor's high regard. I ask only to serve the court, eradicate rebellious subjects and treacherous flatterers, and restore clarity and righteousness to Great Jin," Shen Ning lied as effortlessly as breathing.

"A misunderstanding?" Peng Hua's gaze swept back and forth across the scene before finally landing on Lin Xiayan, whose hands were restrained.

Having made up her mind, Shen Ning followed the official road further east. After walking a full twenty-odd li, she finally stopped at a three-way junction.

Yet she clearly remembered that there had been plenty of leftovers from the previous night; how was it that now, upon inspection, everything was completely gone?

"Panpan, would you like to have a drink, or shall I take you horse riding to unwind? Don't bottle it up if you're in a bad mood!" As he spoke, the Sixth Prince also squatted down beside her, gazing at Bai Panpan with a gaze full of tenderness.

"Well... I'd love to!" Seeing this expression on his face, Lin Xiayan did not wish to break his heart, so she hastily changed her tune.

Possessing boundless might, it fiercely shook the divine palace of the Qin clan, creating a heaven-shaking and earth-shattering commotion. However, the moment that falling star touched the heavenly palace, it abruptly exploded, and torrents of brilliant light burst forth, shooting in all directions.

This Young Master Liu was, after all, the son of her father's benefactor. Although he was currently in the mourning period for his family, Lady Shumulu still prepared a thoughtful and decent welcome banquet for his arrival.

"Uncle Sheng, leave the fish to me! Let Uncle Sheng taste Yanyan's cooking too!" Lin Nanyan naturally picked up the wooden basin placed in the kitchen, inside of which lay a plump and lively carp.