Friday, November 27, 2020
Wednesday, November 25, 2020
Pampered Poisonous Royal Wife Chapter 217
Monday, November 23, 2020
Pampered Poisonous Royal Wife Chapter 216
Friday, November 20, 2020
Pampered Poisonous Royal Wife Chapter 215
Liu Liang quickly returned to Jingling City with the banknotes. Mu Yunyao was in the middle of her room, pruning a pot of dwarf pine. Listening to Jin Lan’s words about Liu Liang’s return, the scissors in her hand became unstable and cut off a short branch of the dwarf pine, but she didn’t care. She just threw the scissors to the side and quickly said, “Let’s Liu Liang come in.”
He walked in with long strides and bent his knees to pay his respects to Mu Yunyao, “Greetings, Misstress. The matter has progressed smoothly.”
Mu Yunyao stood up. Despite her calm state of mind, she couldn’t help but blush from excitement, “ Have you brought the item back?”
“Yes.” He took off the rucksack from his back, revealing an exquisite wooden box. The box was so large and looked quite heavy.
Mu Yunyao let Jin Lan and Jin Qiao withdraw before opening the box. Seeing that it was full of silver notes, her smile became even more radiant. “This is great. It is really great.” Silver can make the ghost push the mill. With so much silver, she could even make the millstone drive the spirit away!
Seeing Mu Yunyao so happy, the expression on Liu Liang’s face softened. “Mistress likes silver very much?”
Mu Yunyao picked up a stack of banknotes and looked at it carefully: “What I like isn’t silver, but the thing that’s backed by silver. In this world right now, without power, you have to have silver taels. If there is neither, it is difficult to live with ease.” Liu Liang did not understand what she meant, but he did not ask any further, “Mistress, Qi Ming is now staying at Yi Bao Xuan in Yangzhou City. After Li Yuanyi has checked the salt tax in Jingling City, he will rush to Yangzhou City. If he is exposed, I’m afraid it will implicate Mistress. Do you need me to seal his mouth?”
Unable to contain herself, Mu Yunyao chuckled at Liu Liang, “Didn’t you say that Qi Ming is a trustworthy person? Furthermore, he has been extremely thoughtful during this time. Now that he has helped me earn so much silver, doesn’t that mean that I am cruel and merciless if I wipe people out so easily?”
Liu Liang shook his head, “It’s me who will do it. It has nothing to do with Mistress” For Mistress’s sake, he is willing to wipe out all the dangers.
“Alright, we still can use Qi Ming. In the future, I will be pointing at him to help me earn more silver, and you don’t need to worry about Li Yuanyi’ matter. When he reaches Yangzhou City, he will not even be able to take care of himself, so how would he have the time to investigate anything else?” Mu Yunyao sneered, looked at the silver noted in the box. After glancing at the silver notes in the box, she locked the lid and put it aside, “Liu Liang, you have been traveling through the night this time. You have worked hard, so you should go and rest first. If there’s anything wrong, I’ll send someone to call for you.”
“Yes.”
After Liu Liang left, Mu Yunyao changed her clothes, got up, and went next door to see Yue Wang.
Inside the study room, Yue Wang saw the smile on Mu Yunyao’s face, and his expression couldn’t help but soften. “Liu Liang has returned?”
“Fourth Master, you are so well-informed. I assume that as soon as the incident in Yangzhou City was successful, you knew about it, right?”
Yue Wang understood that she was testing the depth of his influence in Jiangnan and did not hide it, “Hmm, now the salt merchants think that they have settled a matter of mind and are secretly celebrating. I wonder if they will still be able to laugh when Li Yuanyi arrives there?”
“Qi Ming is still in Jiangnan, so I asked Fourth Master to send some people to keep an eye on his safety. I’m afraid that when Li Yuanyi gets there, the salt merchants will tear him apart.”
Yue Wang couldn’t help but look over, seeing her smiling face, his lips raised: “Qi Ming has already helped you earn enough silver. Why is it that he hasn’t gone to other places to hide?”
Mu Yunyao’s smile became even fuller. “This is only earning me 10 million silver taels. If I casually bring out one or two salt merchants, it would not just be this amount. Naturally, I have to think of a way to cheat them.”
Yue Wang’s heart skipped a beat, “Ten million taels of silver?”
Mu Yunyao blinked her eyes and said with a smile, “Does Fourth Master feel that it’s incredible?”
“Indeed, the tax revenue of the entire Dali Dynasty is s only more than 50 million taels of silver in a year, and you have already extracted ten million silver taels from the salt merchants. How could it not be shocking?” At this moment, Yue Wang did not know how to describe the feelings in his heart. His first reaction actually was that he shouldn’t have signed the agreement. Otherwise, he would have been able to split some of it.
Steward Qin, who was waiting by the door, could not help but raise his eyebrows. He gritted his teeth tightly and did not make himself cry out in surprise: His original vision was as good as expected and was right back then. Lady Mu is a golden doll or made of solid pure gold.
It was rare to see this expression from Yue Wang, so Mu Yunyao couldn’t help but deepen her smile. “If anyone dares to gather all of Jiangnan’s salt merchants, then the silver can be said to be inexhaustible and limitless.”
Yue Wang squinted his eyes slightly, a profound look flashing across his eyes: “You said that you want to trick them again. Do you need my help?”
Mu Yunyao couldn’t help raising her eyes to look over. “Didn’t Fourth Master say before that you only wanted the batch of salt that we snatched away? Why you want to get involved in other places now too?”
“I can see that you’re working really hard. I only want to help you share the burden. Why be so cautious?”
“It would be best if you can help me out, Fourth Master. I can’t let him suffer any loss. How about I pay you silver taels to buy that batch of salt?”
“You want to buy the batch of salt that I robbed?”
“Yes, Fourth Master. If you send so much salt to the west of Guangdong, you’ll likely be exposed, so it’s safer to take the silver with you. However, there are salt merchants in Jiangnan who are staring at it, and it is quite hard to get rid of them. Why don’t I buy the salt in your hand according to the market price to save you more trouble?”
Yue Wang had been thinking about how to turn this batch of salt into cash. Now, Mu Yunyao had taken the initiative to propose it to him and still pay the silver according to the market price, which was naturally the best idea. But he always felt that there was something fishy about it. “This batch of salt is not easy to get rid of in my hand. It is also the same in your hand. It is not easy for you to earn so much silver. If you give it easily, you will not be afraid to suffer losses in the future?”
“Just now, Fourth Master tried to help me out, and now that I’ve helped you convert the salt into cash, it’s mutually beneficial. It doesn’t matter if I suffer a little loss because I can sell off that batch of salt sooner or later.”
Yue Wang gave a faint smile as he looked over: “Forget it, since you treat me with such sincerity, I can’t let you suffer any losses. I will slowly figure out a solution myself.”
Mu Yunyao shook her head somewhat regretfully: “I was still thinking of earning some silver from Fourth Master, but it seems I can’t make it anymore. I’ll be honest then. I’m going to spread the news of the salt merchants swapping the salt.”
Yue Wang’s eyebrows moved: “If that’s the case, I’m afraid that the entire Jiangnan would sink into turmoil. If the Imperial Court finds out and investigates about it, we might get implicated as well.”
“Normally, that would be the case. But what if the salt found before the news got out?”
“I got it. Do you want me to send this batch of salt back?”
Thursday, November 19, 2020
Pampered Poisonous Royal Wife Chapter 214
Wednesday, November 18, 2020
Pampered Poisonous Royal Wife Chapter 213
Tuesday, November 17, 2020
Pampered Poisonous Royal Wife Chapter 212
Monday, November 16, 2020
Pampered Poisonous Royal Wife Chapter 211
Sunday, November 15, 2020
Incurable Chapter 8 Part 2
Chapter 8 (2/2)
Rain had begun again.
The wooden windows stood wide open. In the courtyard outside, dense groves of bamboo gleamed green with moisture. By the pavilion and garden paths, a pond of lotus flowers lay in bloom. Fine rain fell over the broad leaves, the droplets gathering, then rolling off into the water below. It was almost possible to hear the clear sound of each drop entering the pond.
Liu Qingyuan sat to one side of the main hall and lifted his eyes toward the man in the seat of honor.
Ascetic. Remote. Noble.
His face was turned toward the open window, and since the lights in the hall were not on, the line of his profile looked like black paper cut by hand—precise, refined, almost impossibly beautiful.
“Qianxiu,” Liu Qingyuan said at last. “Stay and have dinner at home.”
He smiled as he spoke, but in his long, narrow eyes there was a careful, almost deferential kind of hope.
Liu Qingyuan was only a few months older than Liu Qianxiu, yet he looked much more mature. His features were handsome, his bearing straight-backed and polished, his hair immaculate, his whole person carrying the sharp, efficient air of an elite executive.
But he did not resemble Liu Qianxiu.
Each had taken after his own mother.
Liu Qianxiu was cool, restrained, and aristocratic.
Liu Qingyuan was mild, cultivated, and full of ambition.
Although Liu Qianxiu was younger by a few months, he was now the head of the Liu family. When Liu Qingyuan spoke to him, there was unmistakable respect in both tone and expression.
Liu Qianxiu did not reply.
His lashes lowered once.
Outside the wooden window, a single drop slid down the surface of a lotus leaf, broke apart, and vanished into the pond—alone.
“What exactly keeps you so busy at the hospital all day?” another voice sounded from the far side of the main hall, heavy with authority. “If it weren’t for your grandfather’s memorial, would you even have bothered to come back?”
When the speaker finished, a low cough followed.
Liu Fengmian was already in his sixties, but he looked far younger. Dressed in black, he was still lean and straight-backed. Beneath the fine lines of age, one could still see how striking he must once have been.
Even past sixty, Liu Fengmian still had style. Presence and polish had not left him.
The moment Liu Fengmian spoke, Liu Qingyuan stood and refilled his father’s tea, acting the part of the mediator.
“Qianxiu has his own responsibilities,” he said. “And besides, Uncle Cai is here to help.”
Uncle Cai—Cai Qingliang—was the Liu family’s chief secretary, responsible for consolidating information from around the world and reporting it to the family head. The family head gave the orders; Cai Qingliang carried them out.
Liu Fengmian coughed twice again.
Liu Qianxiu’s gaze did not shift. His tone remained level and calm.
“You’re ill?”
Liu Fengmian’s brow twitched. He lifted his eyes briefly to Liu Qingyuan, gave a faint sigh, and took a sip of tea to soothe his throat.
“I’ve been a bit overworked lately.”
“Father handles too many things himself. Of course he’s tired,” Liu Qingyuan said, first explaining it to Liu Qianxiu, then turning to Liu Fengmian. “You’re not as young as you used to be. Some of these matters should be left to me.”
“Bring Aunt Shen back,” Liu Qianxiu said.
Only then did he withdraw his gaze from the window outside.
He lifted his eyes and let them pass once, calmly, over the father and son whose expressions had gone subtly stiff at his words.
His own eyes remained still, bottomless.
“If I wanted to move against her, it wouldn’t matter where she hid.”
Both Liu Fengmian and Liu Qingyuan felt their hearts jolt. The stiffness on their faces vanished almost at once.
Liu Qianxiu behaved as though he had not noticed.
His phone vibrated once in his hand. He lowered his gaze and opened the message, the screen lighting the dark depths of his eyes without making them any easier to read.
Liu Qianxiu rose from his seat.
He was wearing a black suit that day, the collar neat and severe. His tall frame looked spare and imposing as he stood, and both Liu Fengmian and Liu Qingyuan lifted their heads to look at him.
Then Liu Qianxiu turned and walked toward the door.
“You’re not staying for dinner?” Liu Qingyuan asked just before he stepped outside.
The only answer was the man’s disappearing back.
The moment Liu Qianxiu left, the heavy, oppressive air in the main hall seemed to refill with oxygen. It came back to life. The two men inside relaxed almost unconsciously.
Liu Qingyuan frowned and cursed under his breath, looking toward the doorway where Liu Qianxiu had vanished, his eyes full of resentment and unwillingness. Then he looked back at Liu Fengmian, who had returned to the seat of honor.
“Are we really going to bring Mother back?”
Now that Liu Qianxiu was gone, Liu Fengmian seemed to settle back into his own authority as well. He lifted his tea and drank, the fragrance faint, the taste bitter.
“Yes,” he said. “Otherwise, he’ll really start to think we’re afraid of him.”
Mu Wan had sent Liu Qianxiu a message. Apparently, he was not home yet and had asked her to wait a little.
By the time she reached his floor, confirmed by a knock that he truly wasn’t there, and stood at the window at the end of the corridor holding the bouquet, night had fully fallen.
The sky was black, not a single star in sight.
Below it, however, the city glowed with lights, spreading outward like an endless man-made galaxy.
In a good neighborhood, even the night view was beautiful.
Mu Wan waited for fifteen minutes.
Then the elevator chimed.
She turned toward the sound.
The moment he stepped out of the elevator, Liu Qianxiu saw her standing by the window.
She held a large bouquet in her arms. Behind the clustered flowers, her oval face, red lips, and pale, delicate beauty seemed almost like a painting pasted against the night—more moving than the flowers themselves.
Black night.
Bright blossoms.
A soft woman.
The elevator doors closed soundlessly behind him.
Liu Qianxiu’s mouth tightened slightly. His throat moved once, and when he spoke, his voice was low as the night.
“Have you been waiting long?”
“No.” Mu Wan shook her head.
It was her first time seeing Liu Qianxiu in a suit. She had not expected Taoist Liu in formalwear to carry such a different kind of presence.
He had probably just finished with something important and hurried back.
Mu Wan walked over and said lightly, “It doesn’t matter. I wasn’t doing anything on my own anyway.”
On her own.
She was always on her own.
Once the woman drew close, Liu Qianxiu lowered his gaze.
“What happened?”
Mu Wan froze for a moment. The corridor was drafty, and loose strands of hair at her ear kept brushing her cheek, making it itch. Following his line of sight, she shifted the flowers aside and lowered her eyes.
The corridor was empty, just the two of them. The overhead lights were bright enough to show every detail in the other’s face. When she looked down, the flowers in her arms trembled softly, the petals rustling, their fragrance stirring around them.
“I fell while filming,” Mu Wan said.
Then she lifted her head and looked at him over the flowers.
His black eyes were still as deep and cold as a winter pool, and yet something about them made her heart soften.
Mu Wan bent her knee slightly, instinctively about to say it was nothing, when she heard him ask:
“Does it hurt?”
The bend in her knee straightened again.
She looked up at Liu Qianxiu.
That hollow place that had caved in inside her the night before seemed, because of those two words, to fill itself up all over again.
Full to the brim.
Like the flower scent in the corridor.
Mu Wan smiled, her eyes glimmering with moisture.
“Mm,” she said. “It hurts.”
Liu Qianxiu withdrew his gaze and pressed his finger to the lock. The door opened at once.
He turned back to look at her, his voice low—
“Come in.”
Saturday, November 14, 2020
Incurable Chapter 8 Part 1
Chapter 8 (1/2)
The sky had only been clear for two days before the rain started again.
The plum rains of June and July fell in fine, dense threads, veiling the sky in mist. Dark, low-hanging clouds made the whole world feel heavy and oppressed.
Thud.
Mu Wan hit the ground hard, muddy water splashing everywhere.
She let out a sharp sound of pain, swore under her breath, and scrambled quickly back to her feet.
“Cut!” the director called.
That scene was done.
Mu Wan’s costume no longer looked anything like it had originally. It was soaked through and caked with filthy mud. When she had fallen just now, the mud had splashed across half her face, leaving only part of her small face visible—pale, delicate, and set off by dark, bright eyes.
After thanking the assistant director, Mu Wan was done for the day. She dragged herself to the dressing room in her mud-soaked costume and changed out of it.
There was nowhere to shower in the studio complex, so she went into the restroom and washed her face. She had just finished and was about to wipe herself dry when someone beside her handed over a tissue.
Mu Wan glanced sideways, smiled, and took it.
Gao Mei watched as Mu Wan wiped her face. One patch of her pale skin had turned red, probably irritated by the dirty mud. In Gao Mei’s eyes—usually narrowing to slits whenever she smiled—there was nothing now but sympathy and indignation.
“Mi Yu is too much,” she muttered in a low voice. “If she’s in a bad mood, why take it out on other people?”
Gao Mei was a friend Mu Wan had met while filming her very first drama after graduation. Like Mu Wan, she was a professional supporting actress. The difference was that Mu Wan was usually cast as the pretty supporting role, while Gao Mei was the comic relief. She was plump, with a round face, and when she smiled, her eyes disappeared into cheerful slits. She was cute in a soft, pillowy way. The two of them often ran into each other on the same sets, and when work wrapped, they would sometimes go out for food together.
This scene Mu Wan had just filmed was with Mi Yu.
It had been obvious the whole time that Mi Yu was in a bad mood. The scene had gone through four takes, and every one of the retakes had been because of her. Because of Mi Yu’s mistakes, Mu Wan had thrown herself into the mud four separate times.
“What happened to her?” Mu Wan asked.
After wiping the water from her face, she smoothed on a layer of ointment for the irritation. It felt cool against the skin and smelled faintly of mint.
Though she and Mi Yu were from the same agency and often worked on the same productions, Mu Wan did not know her very deeply and rarely pried into her affairs.
“She got cut out,” Gao Mei said.
After years of supporting roles, Gao Mei had connections everywhere. Folding her arms, she leaned against the washroom counter and watched Mu Wan apply the ointment.
“Zhang Chengze had a drama lined up for her as female lead. Then Shen Entertainment came in with funding and pushed a newcomer into the lead role instead. So naturally Mi Yu got bumped down to second female lead.”
Mu Wan remembered that drama.
That was the one where she had attended the dinner and helped drink on Mi Yu’s behalf, only to be hauled back by Liu Qianxiu in the end. At the time, Shen Entertainment had pulled its funding, and Zhang Chengze had cursed them, saying Shen was nothing without the Liu family behind it. Because of that, Mi Yu had not been especially willing to take the role.
Now that Shen had reinvested, the director had accepted the newcomer they sent over as the female lead without hesitation. Even so, Mi Yu was still willing to take the second female lead role in the project.
That did not mean she was happy about it.
The entertainment industry really was that practical.
Money ruled everything.
Once she had finished tidying herself up, Mu Wan commented, “With Shen’s money behind it, second female lead isn’t bad either.”
Seeing that Mu Wan was done, Gao Mei agreed, then asked, “You heading out now? Wait for me—we can grab skewers tonight.”
“I’ve got something to do,” Mu Wan said. “My kitten’s in the pet hospital. I need to go see it.”
She planned to visit Zhongfen first, then go to Liu Qianxiu’s place to see Datou and Ertong.
And the moment she said it aloud, a sense of urgency stirred sharply inside her. She grabbed her bag and was about to leave, but halfway out the door, she suddenly caught the frame and turned back to ask:
“If someone helped me with something, and also bought me dinner, and I want to get him a gift... what should I give him?”
Gao Mei looked at her.
“What kind of help? A friend?”
“He’s helping look after the kittens,” Mu Wan said after thinking for a second. “Not exactly a friend. We’ve only dealt with each other a couple of times.”
Looking after kittens was not the kind of errand that made Gao Mei think of a man, so she immediately began offering ideas.
“Buy flowers. Fresh, pretty—hey, what happened to your leg?”
Only then did Gao Mei notice that Mu Wan’s knee had been scraped open. A little blood had seeped out, vivid against her long,g pale leg.
The wound itched a little. Mu Wan lowered her head for a glance and didn’t think much of it.
“I scraped it filming just now. It doesn’t hurt. I’m going.”
Then she left.
She went first to the pet hospital to see Zhongfen. After a day of treatment, the kitten was already much livelier. The vet told her Zhongfen could be discharged tomorrow.
“Your boyfriend didn’t come with you today?” the vet asked with a smile as they came out of the observation room.
Apparently, ly it wasn’t only the neighbor from across the hall who had misunderstood her relationship with Liu Qianxiu.
Mu Wan turned back and smiled at the vet.
“Do we really look that well matched?”
“Yeah,” the vet answered automatically. “You look especially good standing together.”
Only after saying it did he realize something was off. If they were actually a couple, Mu Wan would not have asked that question. He straightened slightly, looking apologetic and a little disappointed.
“So you’re not? Sorry.”
Last night, after Mu Wan and Liu Qianxiu left, people at the clinic had discussed it for quite a while. The man was refined and imposing, the woman bright and beautiful. They really were striking together.
Mu Wan smiled at the vet and walked out.
She did not go far.
At a nearby flower shop, she bought a bouquet in shades of indigo, with roses, lilies, and orchids woven through it. At the center stood two birds-of-paradise. The whole arrangement was elegant, but bright.
Holding the flowers, Mu Wan stepped outside and hailed a cab.
The moment she got in, the driver glanced back at the bouquet and praised it at once.
“Smells wonderful. From your boyfriend?”
“No,” Mu Wan said, adjusting the flowers in her arms. Fragrance filled the space around her. She lifted her head, eyes bright. “For my boyfriend.”
The driver laughed.
“That’s nice.”
Then, inwardly admiring young love blooming like flowers, he glanced again at the delicate pale face half-hidden behind the bouquet and asked, “Where does your boyfriend live?”
Playing along with the joke, Mu Wan gave him the address.
The moment he heard Nanfeng Apartments, the driver switched off his empty-car light and signaled.
“Miss, let’s take Qiyun Road instead. I just came from Zhongshan Road—too many cars. The whole road is jammed.”
It was a little after six in the evening, right in the middle of rush hour. The rain had stopped for now, though the sky remained dark and threatening, as if preparing for another downpour. Taking Qiyun Road to Nanfeng would mean a longer detour.
Looking at the heavy sky and the traffic streaming past, Mu Wan asked, “Why is it so bad over there? That road’s usually fine, isn’t it?”
Zhongshan Road was somewhat out of the way, which in increasingly congested Xiacheng usually made it one of the less crowded routes.
“Today is the third anniversary memorial for the previous Liu family head,” the driver said, thinking back to the spectacle he had just seen. “The road past the Liu family cemetery is packed with luxury cars, and they even sent traffic police to direct everything.”
It had looked like a movie set.
Rows of luxury cars lined both sides of the road, opening the way. Several more drove at the center in advance.
Their bodies were black and gleaming, almost sacred against the endless rainy-season gloom.
All of this belonged to the Liu family—and not even close to all of it. At the very center of that heavily protected procession sat the head of the Liu family. As his car moved silently along the road, the entire scene carried a solemn, almost ceremonial grandeur.
Families like that had wealth too vast to count. People born into it would never have to struggle just to survive, and probably never know real worry in their lifetimes.
The thought was enough to make anyone envious.
Earlier, during a meal break on set, Gao Mei had even shown Mu Wan the discussion on Weibo. Traffic control had been imposed because of the Liu family memorial. The formal event had ended around three in the afternoon, yet the roads still had not fully cleared.
A true old family was like a bottomless abyss.
Its roots and branches were beyond anything ordinary households could compare to.
“All right,” Mu Wan said. “Let’s go by Qiyun Road.”
Then she took out her phone and called Liu Qianxiu.
