Chapter 13096 — Steward Tian Is Truly a Man of Refinement

"Wei Zhao, if you still mean to use the Heaven-Mending Grass to curry favor with Miss Zhao Ning, then I fear you must look elsewhere and buy some other Heaven-Mending Grass."

Wei Zhao turned to the Lord of Tianjun: "Is there any other Heaven-Mending Grass?"

The Lord of Tianjun shook his head. "The yield of Heaven-Mending Grass has always been sparse. At present, my Tianjun Merchant Guild truly has only this one stalk in its stores. As for when we might replenish the supply—that will depend on chance."

At once, everyone...

Xia Haoran shook his head and stopped worrying over the matter. There is a saying that goes well: life is like that thing—if you cannot fight it, then sit down and enjoy it properly.

"Grandma, are you truly unwilling to come back with me?" Zhao Zixian lay sprawled across the great bed, limbs flung wide, and asked point-blank.

The next day, Zhao Zixian summoned Lin Luodan, Ye Ruo, Yan Hong, and Xia Tian to the office of the Zhao Family Hotpot Restaurant and announced a startling decision: he would temporarily resign from the post of president of the Zhao Family Catering Group, and Xia Tian would serve as acting president, jointly managing the various businesses under the Zhao family banner with Lin Luodan, Yan Hong, and Ye Ruo.

Huo Yuting's voice, low and steeped to the bone, assailed her eardrum without warning; her body gave a jolt, and as if the wind were at her heels she leapt onto the bed and buried her head in the quilt.

"Sister Yu'er, you know these Willow-Leaf Twin Blades!" Long Tengfei said unhurriedly, opening his mouth to ask.

Chris helped Robert over to a chair beside the furnace mouth and sat him down. Just then the steward brought in four bowls of steaming drink, creamy yellow, their fragrance rushing to the nose.

In a daze, the rain seemed to have stopped, and overhead the sky had turned the green of bamboo; everything around fell silent. She did not turn back, but caught from the corner of her eye a sliver of moonlight-white robe, and smiled softly, saying nothing. The one behind her made no sound either, as if no matter how long she sat there he would keep her company—always, forever.

Looking at him, who could have imagined that within ten years the Jiang family would decline to such a pass? After Jiang Jingguo died of illness, his three sons too passed away one after another within the decade, and the Jiang dynasty was utterly ruined.

By now the two Lin brothers and Zhao Zixian and the others were no longer ordinary people—or rather, they were not people at all. The brothers wanted only to leave this den of trouble as soon as possible, to find a safe place and hide themselves; they wanted nothing else, and could think of nothing else.

"I do want to finish my training sooner, but they say this sort of thing cannot be rushed—you only know the results after putting it into actual practice." Shu Yixin truly did harbor that anxious frame of mind, perhaps because she felt she did not want to hold the others up for too long.

Ye Han's spiritual sense kept eavesdropping, but to no avail—the three of them were by now no longer discussing matters concerning the three families. After a few moments Ye Han grew impatient and directly withdrew his spiritual sense.

And so of late, under the Grand Princess's patronage, Yu Miaoling had been getting along rather well in the capital's circles of nobility, and basically no longer needed to rely on the name of the Duke of Dingguo's household.

Only now, hearing Jia Sidao's words, did he understand: so this master had even had the head of the Vice Minister of State Affairs' nephew chopped off—and within the city of Lin'an, no less.

In other words, if Ye Qi could not complete it, then they must be told in advance, and they would carry on according to the original plan.

Then he drew a deep breath, set these vexing matters aside for the moment, and began to take stock of the spoils he had obtained from Liang Han's person.

Seeing that Badou had already arranged everything properly, Liu Shoucai nodded, his heart at ease. It seemed that this time he truly felt tired—otherwise he would never have handed all the affairs over to everyone else to manage while he himself kept his hands off.

Jia Sidao, Shi Songzhi, and Zheng Qingzhi entered the great hall of the Jia residence, and the three took their seats as host and guests; servants of their own accord brought fragrant tea. After a brief exchange of pleasantries, the three gradually let fall those insubstantial words.

Ye Han grew all the more perplexed. It was not a primordial spirit treasure, nor was it a spiritual artifact—then just what sort of thing was this?