Marionne stood gazing at the interior architecture of the giant ship with a sense of awe, along with the others who’d been rescued from their cells. Finally, someone had helped them out of those cramped, old, narrow cells.
The gloomy weather outside, combined with the strangely oppressive atmosphere, left Marionne feeling strangely down. For the past several days, strange things seemed to be happening, but no one could say exactly what was off.
village she’d lived in for as long as she could remember. She couldn’t say what time it was now—only that the sky had turned black. But when she looked around, she saw people still going about their lives as if it were midday.
Marionne stood with her arms crossed, brow furrowed, looking down at the body of a strange man lying face-down on the floor, blocking the path between the front door and the living room.
In that moment, from another section of the ship’s deck, a scream rang out, followed by shouts of “Someone fell in the water! Someone help!”
After reaching a trade agreement with the young master of the branch Ma clan—agreeing to send goods like rare medicinal herbs to him, accepting his goods to sell on Long Yu Island, and helping forward them to Fu Kingdom…
After the flower-viewing banquet, Yang Xiuying’s life returned to quiet once more—until she began to feel bored. Her husband vanished before sunrise, leaving her in this vast, spacious, luxurious manor filled with comfort and tranquility… too much of it.
Yang Xiuying raised her eyebrows with interest when she heard the names that fell from the maid’s mouth.
Several days after the wedding, Jian Hantian returned to his duties. His urgent and important task at this time was overseeing the production of weapons from the hard-won Duanshen ore.
Chu Huiru, who’d been slapped until she rolled and lost consciousness, woke up half a day later.