Chapter 61: Mutated Rats

Old Qin muttered, "I haven't dug for bamboo shoots here before, how am I supposed to remember clearly?"

Grandma Qin gave him a sideways glance. "Right, you've never dug them, but you always eat them with great gusto."

Old Qin was left speechless...

What has gotten into his old partner? She isn't the least bit gentle anymore, and her words are sharp and pointed.

Suddenly, a finger twitched—was it time for his medicine?

As if sensing his thoughts, Grandma Qin looked at him with a dark, enigmatic gaze.

That look seemed to say: *You dare try to make me take your medicine...*

All of this meant that Ming Fan's true identity as a Communist had finally been revealed. Operating undercover within the Military Statistics Bureau, caught in the current struggle between the Nationalists and the Communists, he had no other choice, knowing full well that the Communists would ultimately emerge victorious. Naturally, during this period, the peace negotiations between the two parties had broken down, plunging both sides into a stalemate.

"A-Cheng, you must remember, in everything you do, you must maintain absolute calmness. No matter what we face, we must stay calm, even if it concerns our family, do you understand?" Big Brother looked at him sternly. A-Cheng swallowed his anger and nodded.

That evening, everyone departed on different flights, and Shen Tong learned that the Watchman would return to the country with the cargo in a week.

I hurriedly stepped forward, picked up the nearest military dagger, and sliced it right along the seam of the carpet on the floor. The dagger cut a long gash in the carpet, and I immediately spotted a slab of iron beneath it. The iron plate stood alone, surrounded entirely by concrete flooring, with only this section paved in iron.

Upon arrival, I was instantly stunned—both Xu Meng and Ge Xin were wearing cheerleader outfits. It was clearly the first time Xu Meng had ever worn such attire, and she looked extremely fidgety in her seat.

My gaze returned to Lü Chuhe's face. That face was extraordinarily innocent, devoid of any malice or calculation. It was the same clean face as before, untainted by the imperial palace.

The most agonizing part was that this was an enclosed canyon, with no place discovered that a human could climb to the top, unless one possessed a pair of wings.

We started descending from the mountain pass, walking until afternoon, when we entered a vast bamboo grove. The path was covered with a thick layer of bamboo leaves. Presumably, due to the strong winds of the past few days, many more had blown down, making the trail difficult to recognize.

Wu Yuan looked at the two of them with a trace of awkwardness. To Shu Ming, he was someone he had just met, and he wasn't very familiar with Shen Tong and the others either. Yet, Shu Ming and Shen Tong had known each other for many years.

Eldest Uncle Mi's lips trembled, and his eyes bulged as he wanted to spit out a "No." But when he looked at that expressionless face before him, and the three copper coins twirling in those hands as if they could spring to life at any second, a sudden wave of terror surged up from the soles of his feet, causing him to sit down involuntarily.

She also relied on her fine embroidery skills to collect scraps of the finest fabrics from the estate, turning them into sachets and purses, which she asked Old Ma, the gatekeeper, to sell for her.

It wasn't until evening that Xue Pan finally regained consciousness. From over there, Lady Wang of the Rong Guo Mansion also sent a letter. Hearing that her nephew had been beaten, she was beside herself with anxiety and immediately sent people to fetch him, saying it would be more convenient to recover right inside the mansion and easier to have a good imperial physician examine him. Otherwise, should any lingering ailments remain, it would affect him for a lifetime.

The moment the child was cradled in Zhiyun's arms, it let out a burst of giggles, instantly scattering the melancholy that filled the room. Seeing Mingde and Ruyun regain their composure and begin discussing the dowry, Zhiyun couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

She trembled all over, her hands continuously rubbing her fully ripened body. Her flight attendant uniform was already in utter disarray, and her long, slender legs, encased in black silk stockings, rubbed against each other up and down, as if fire ants were biting deep within the source of her desires.

"You aren't surprised at all?" Feng Luo watched her pale face, his slender fingers uncontrollably resting on her hair.

It truly left Ouyang Qing dumbfounded. After all, it was dinnertime, and she was hungry too, but seeing Ziyan's whirlwind eating speed—before she had even eaten much herself—the entire table was already reduced to empty plates.

There are no falling leaves in the autumn of Xizhou City, only gusts of increasingly chilly west wind, carrying the message of changing seasons. By the time the sun slanted towards the west, the chill in the wind grew all the more noticeable.