Volume 1, Chapter 60: She Actually Agreed?

In a hazy state, Mei Gongxue felt warm water washing over her body.

A moment later, someone slipped a medicinal pill into her mouth.

"Be a good girl and swallow it. This is a medicine to heighten the mood!"

The surface beneath her felt soft, presumably a large bed.

A slight swaying sensation came over her, and it seemed she was still on a boat.

I couldn't help but take a step back. For some reason, I found that smiling face utterly bizarre, its brightly painted lips curving upward at an extremely unsettling angle.

By the time everything was more or less settled, it was already past midnight, and I collapsed straight onto the heated brick bed and fell asleep.

As for being targeted by schemes, it was all the work of the Helian family. Lord Quan encountered such incidents every time, yet he insisted on walking through that particular street during stormy weather, wandering in a daze.

"Hmph, it seems the maids in your Prime Minister's estate truly are audacious enough to pay no regard even to this Princess." Bai Luoyue let out a disdainful cold snort, her peripheral vision already catching the luxurious figure slowly approaching from afar. A flash of coldness crossed the depths of her clear eyes.

I vaguely remember it was a rather chilly winter afternoon. My original intention was to take photographs to document the city's development. However, as I walked deeper and deeper into the secluded alley, I could no longer hear the bustling traffic of the busy streets less than a mile away.

"My intention is not to offend this fellow, but rather to have you mediate and persuade the two of them to drop this notion," sighed the man in the Zhongshan suit.

Yao Min's voice trembled slightly as she said, "I—I think I just met a ghost." Hearing Yao Min say this, I secretly let out a sigh of relief. So it was just running into a ghost; this happened to be my forte now. The spirit soldiers and celestial generals under my command numbered in the tens of thousands, more than enough to deal with ghosts.

Elder Suoha led the two children off the stage to a designated area, which appeared to have been specially prepared for the contestants after the matches. From that vantage point, one could see the movements of the contestants on stage even more clearly. Presumably, they had been intentionally arranged here so they could learn from one another's strengths and make up for their own weaknesses.

In the dead of night, Li Qingfeng, Norman, and Zhao Yunhan sat on the carpet, gathered around a table laden with delicious food. Jakarta was by no means lacking in tropical fruits; Li Qingfeng had bought a pile of them from a nearby fruit market and ordered some other food on his phone, which was delivered straight to the house by a drone before dinner.

He actually regarded Liu Xianghan as a friend, and moreover, he frequented the imperial palace, allowing him to see Liu Xianghan almost every day. While Liu Xianghan put on a cold face to everyone else, she could actually smile and chat with him. Could this extraordinary relationship really be just friendship?

Inside the inn, Yaoyao stood on tiptoe, leaning against the window and sighing at the endless stream of traffic on the bustling street below.

"Don't you know? Yucui is already carrying my baby, and I'm going to be a father." The man, whether having taken the wrong medicine or being provoked by Su Yuemei's mention that Yucui was already dead, suddenly started babbling about unrelated things to Su Yuemei, his expression one of extreme bewilderment and infatuation.

What? She didn't need to practice anymore? Could this be true? Su Yuemei doubted whether she had heard correctly. Such a wonderful thing could actually happen to her?

The medicine prepared by Lu Ziyu's people proved exceptionally effective. After administering it to those individuals, their conditions had largely improved.

The medical staff at the plague prevention center vaccinated Old Jiang and administered the best medications available, yet Old Jiang's condition showed no signs of improvement. He had contracted pneumonic plague. Advanced in age and having endured the hardships of war, his constitution was far from what it used to be. That very night, he suffered heart failure and his skin turned dark—pneumonic plague being the most terrifying form of the Black Death.

"Chuntao, don't be upset; we'll help you look for it together." Liansheng finally understood why Chuntao had been so reckless earlier; it turned out she had lost her jade pendant, and a wave of sympathy welled up in her heart.