Chapter 85: Telling You to Get Lost

He had already sent someone to have that landscape painting appraised by Master Zhang—it was indeed an authentic work by Master Tang. That day, she had managed to purchase a genuine Tang masterpiece for the lowest price, and now she had also discovered that this vase was a counterfeit.

Could it be that she truly possessed the ability to discern treasures? Was it also true that she had once received guidance from a master?

Madam Gu comforted her granddaughter, saying, “Yaxuan, it’s all right. This was a thoughtful gesture on your part, and I appreciate it. It will make a fine decorative vase.”

“...Is the world I’m in really so dangerous?” Sun Yan furrowed his brows, finding it hard to believe.

The person currently monitoring Xu Yang also frowned. “Could it be that, besides being an antiques expert, you’re also a gambling expert?” he muttered to himself, utterly perplexed.

“Well, since that’s the case, I’ll do my best to move these broken boxes in for you.” Sun Yan shrugged helplessly, then turned to stretch, his joints cracking crisply.

Xu Yang pressed Chu Qiu’s arm. Chu Qiu turned around, about to speak, but upon seeing Xu Yang’s ashen eyes, he immediately stopped. The murderous edge in him dissipated—he was all too familiar with this side of Xu Yang. A smile, cold and grim as the Reaper’s, crept onto his lips; that was the only phrase Chu Qiu could use to describe it.

Though he had come into contact with the outside world and accepted and grown accustomed to everything here.

Shangguan Tianlong had been waiting for Lu Tianyu. When he came over and mentioned Hualian’s invitation to dine together, Shangguan Tianlong was visibly surprised as well.

When Anthony used the pretext of a “missing” soldier to demand entry for a search in the Iron Triangle Empire, the Fifth Legion responded with a volley of arrows.

Yan Chixia had been overcome with excitement and lost her sense of proportion; after she leapt down, regret quickly followed. But what use was regret now?

Those in line waited patiently, but all shared the same action: raising their heads, eyes locked on the Qin family’s main gate, hoping someone from the family would come out soon.

This time, the onlookers dared not push forward. They could only watch as Lin Shu, the Third Prince’s Consort, and a few others proceeded to the veranda.

“Gu Yue doesn’t even have to run! It’s not fair, not fair!” Liu Yuxin’s face was flushed with anger and hatred. The venom in her gaze suggested she was ready to tear Gu Yue apart.

“As long as you like it! This has nothing to do with age—this is simply my way of honoring you! Please, don’t refuse my little token of affection!” Though Jinxiu was dressed in men’s clothing, the gentleness and obedience in her demeanor could not be concealed.

“President, are we heading straight to the old house?” An Hu glanced at Mu Jin Xuan in the back seat through the rearview mirror.

Outside the moat, mist clung to the air. Beyond the four-sided city walls, formidable troops stood ready; curved blades, arrows, and even several trained hawks circled and cried above, the tension thickening—the eve of war.

That was the first time Xu Erlang learned of Wu You’s status as a fugitive slave. He had never told his elder or younger brothers, and among those traveling between Hedong and Chang’an, only two or three others knew this secret.

It was a coincidence, but as Jinxiu stepped onto the stairs, she caught a glimpse through the glass of Mo Fengqing’s strikingly handsome, somber face. She faltered, raised her hand again, and now a half-mask covered her features. With brisk steps, she strode toward the table where he sat in the first-floor hall.

To be honest, one glance at these two—their attire and those peculiar glasses—revealed that they were people of status, not to be taken lightly.

Lang Kun hesitated, then suddenly declared in a loud voice, “Madam, forgive me—I don’t think this place suits me. I must be going!” With that, he mounted the palace eagle, soaring over the walls in an instant.

Even after scoring so many points, Sun Zhuo’s stamina remained impressive—his speed undiminished. When he darted inside the three-point line, many in the audience broke into a cold sweat.