NOVPUBChapter 631: Chapter 629: Do We Still Have to Endure?
Chapter 631: Chapter 629: Do We Still Have to Endure?
Jian got to know the old man and learned that the emperor of the Liang Dynasty had been wounded by an assassin during the Longevity Banquet, so the entire city was under martial law to capture the murderer.
Now, it was difficult for people inside the city to get out, and equally hard for those outside to get in. Many of the merchants who came to trade had set up stalls on the spot.
“Son, shall we still go in? There’s been trouble in Hanyang, it’s definitely not going to be fun,” Jian said to Little Dot.
Little Dot thought for a moment, “Then shall we go to the Capital City of the Yan Dynasty instead?”
“Alright.” Immediately, Jian turned the cart around and quit the queue.
At that moment, a carriage drawn by two horses came towards them, driven by a woman dressed in red.
When she saw Jian, her eyes lit up, and she quickly drew back the curtain, saying to the woman inside, “Commandery Princess, the one I mentioned is him, don’t you think he’s rather handsome?”
A woman holding a round fan half-covering her face peered out and assessed Jian with bright, enchanting eyes, giving a slight nod of her head.
The red-dressed woman immediately stopped the carriage and shouted at Jian, “Wait—”
Jian didn’t even look at her and continued forward.
Seeing that he ignored her, the red-dressed woman, spurred by a rush of indignation, blocked the mule cart.
Jian raised his whip and flicked the red-dressed woman aside, “Out of the way, good dog!”
The red-dressed woman was immediately so angry that her nose almost crooked. She leapt up to grab Little Dot, who was sitting obediently, when another lash of the whip came…
The red-dressed woman screamed as her hand was split in two by the whip!
“A good donkey doesn’t bray,” Jian said as he drove the mule cart forward, and the red-dressed woman suddenly fainted.
A white, graceful figure veiled in a light gauzy fabric flew out of the double-horse carriage and landed on the back of the mule pulling the cart.
Little Dot was startled by the sudden appearance and, without needing Jian’s instruction, picked up the whip and lashed out at the woman in white.
The woman nimbly dodged.
Little Dot lashed out at her again, persistent as if swatting a giant fly, determined to hit her.
Members of the Capital City’s Imperial Guard Army, noticing the commotion, immediately came over.
The woman in white landed next to the unconscious woman in red, glanced at her continuously bleeding hand, and said to the Imperial Guards, “They are assassins, arrest them!”
An Imperial Guard recognized the woman and promptly knelt down to pay his respects, “Greetings, Princess Yingxue.”
“Rise,” Princess Yingxue said as she looked at Jian and Little Dot.
Instantly, the Imperial Guard Army surrounded the mule cart.
Jian didn’t want to waste time on these trifles; Sally had said three days, and that was all the time he had to spend with his son.
Without delay, he and the mule cart teleported away.
Princess Yingxue’s complexion changed drastically while the guards were also shocked, some rubbing their eyes, wondering if it was an illusion.
Then they heard an old man telling the guards, “…that young man was originally behind me in line. He came here with his son wanting to see the prosperity of Hanyang, but turned back after hearing they were capturing assassins. He didn’t come out from the city.”
Several others in line also nodded in agreement; they could not see that the mule cart surrounded by the guards had vanished and continued to vouch for Jian.
Meanwhile, another member of the Imperial Guard arrived on horseback, “The assassins have been caught.”
It was confirmed that Jian was not the assassin.
Princess Yingxue’s face was not a pretty sight, “Bring a stretcher and carry the young lady from the Marquis’s Mansion back.”
Her gaze again turned to the spot where the mule cart had disappeared, looking extremely displeased.
“Commandery Princess, shall we continue to investigate the man just now?” she was clearly a powerful figure! Pursuing someone like that further would only be asking for trouble.
“No need,” Princess Yingxue replied. That man quite obviously saw them as nothing but nuisances, not worthy of his attention at all. But since when did the Liang Dynasty have such a powerful figure…
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It was dusk, and Sally woke up from her drowsy sleep.
Sitting on the mule cart, she took a Rejuvenation Pill. It only made her body feel a bit more comfortable, her head was still heavy and fuzzy.
Little Dot recounted what had happened to Sally.
Sally responded with just four words, “Beauty is a disaster!”
Jian immediately looked over at her, “With beauty before you, I didn’t see your heart flutter.”
Sally couldn’t be bothered with him, taking out two milk bottles from the System Space for Little Dot, “Hungry?”
“Hungry, thank you, Mom.” Little Dot’s eyes lit up instantly, grabbing the two milk bottles and eagerly gulping down the contents.
Sally massaged her temples and spoke to Xiaomei: [Have you made an antidote?]
[Host, the data for the antidote is on Jian’s body. Enjoy yourself with him once, and I’ll make it, so you won’t have to worry about the Mid-Twilight Perfume Lure in the future anymore.]
[There’s a future? Am I sick or something!] Sally pulled out a pack of jerky from the System Space, munching on it dryly.
“I miss the jerky my dad used to make.” Sally sighed.
Jian rifled through his spotless Storage Bag and the few boxes in the Different Space… Finally, in a corner, he found a pack of jerky. It had been given to him by Auro Millet back when he visited the Rat Tribe in the Western District.
“I have some here.” Jian took out the jerky and handed it to Sally.
Sally took it with surprise, sniffed the smell, and indeed it was Auro’s work, “How come you have this?”
“During the God and Demon War, I often visited the Rat Tribe, and the old man would make jerky when he was in good health. There used to be quite a lot, but Little Fengning took most of it away,” Jian replied.
“…” Sally’s heart soured as she remembered Auro, and her eyes began to mist.
Back then, Zulu was also in the Immortal Realm… and the Rat Tribe, during the God and Demon War, was the only tribe that wasn’t disturbed by the Demon Clan. She had assumed it was because of Rong Ruo’s protection, but he had never mentioned it.
Now it seemed it was because of Jian. With the former Asura King there, who would dare to provoke the Rat Clan?
She took a piece of jerky out of the bag and handed it to Little Dot, “Try this, it’s your granddad’s craft.”
“Granddad?”
Sally took out a photo of Zulu’s daily life for Little Dot, along with some videos of him making jerky, telling the stories behind them while watching…
Jian, driving the mule cart, took something else out of the Different Space, “This is an ivory bracelet the old man made for you.”
“Ivory bracelet?” Sally received it, the material was snowy white and lustrous, as beautiful as mutton fat jade, but light. On the edge was engraved, ‘Auro Millet gives to his daughter Sally Millet.’
Sally shed tears, but quickly wiped them away, sliding the ivory bracelet onto her wrist, “Yeah, I like it.”
Little Dot finished the jerky and wanted more. Sally gave him half, “Eat slowly.”
“Yep, thanks, Mom, I want to save some for my brothers and sisters.” Little Dot thought about his siblings at all times.
Sally smiled, “Good.”
“Mom, I’m sleepy.” Little Dot yawned.
Sally kissed his little face and tucked him into the System Space to sleep.
Without the child as a lubricant for the conversation, Sally and Jian were like strangers to each other, neither spoke, but neither was at peace.
The mule cart stopped in a valley with a spring pool.
It was completely dark now.
Sally’s body began to heat up, desire assaulting her once again…
“Still want to hold back?” Jian asked.
Sally closed her eyes, “What do you think?”
Jian pursed his lips, “If you want me to say it, then there’s no need to hold back. After all, our kids are already so big, actually doing it is like the left hand touching the right hand… Hmm~”
“Is it?” In the darkness of the night, Sally’s voice carried a different kind of seductive tease, “Is this called the left hand touching the right hand?”
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