On the second day of September, at four quarters past the hour of You, Hua Qingcheng and her group's carriage stopped in front of an inn in Chaoyang Province.
Shortly after entering Chaoyang Province, the Meng siblings and Hua Qingcheng understood the situation clearly and parted ways, heading towards Qiandeng Province. As for Hua Qingcheng and others, they continued to drive towards the border of Chaoyang Province.
"Xiao Qingcheng, let's spend the night at the Bafang Inn in the provincial capital and continue our journey tomorrow morning."
After stopping the carriage, Han Yichen stood up from the driver's seat in a very servile manner, went to the back and lifted the curtain of the carriage, and smiled charmingly at Hua Qingcheng who was sitting in the carriage.
His young wife hasn't spoken to him for several hours, which makes him feel empty and uncomfortable.
"Let's go!"
Looking at her third husband Han Yichen, who had taken the initiative to drive the carriage earlier and now got off the carriage to come and greet her in person, Hua Qingcheng finally couldn't bear to punish him again.
Hua Qingcheng didn't mind that Han Yichen disguised himself as a woman when he went out. She was just angry that Han Yichen used her name to get into trouble for love.
Looking at Han Yichen's enchanting, beautiful, and charming face, Hua Qingcheng couldn't help but sigh in her heart. If she had to blame anyone, it was only because her third husband was too handsome, so handsome that it was difficult to tell whether he was male or female. Even when he wore women's clothes, he did not arouse suspicion and he even captured the heart of the innocent young boy.
"Dear guests, would you like to stay overnight or stay at the hotel?"
After Hua Qingcheng and her group entered the Bafang Inn, the waiter came forward to greet them attentively.
"Two top-notch Tianzi-class rooms, and two top-notch Renzi-class rooms. Also, some of your signature dishes, for seven people."
It’s not that Hua Qingcheng doesn’t have the money to live in a room with her husbands, it’s purely for the sake of saving money.
"Alright, two top-notch Tianzi-class rooms and two top-notch Renzi-class rooms! Seven servings of signature dishes!"
After the waiter finished calling out to the innkeeper, he led Hua Qingcheng and her three husbands to the first-floor lobby of the inn and seated them at a square table. Feng Wen and Feng Wu, after securing their horses, also joined Hua Qingcheng and the others at the table next to them. As for Kang Fulai, he could now walk on his own with crutches.
"Sir, your dishes are here!"
About a quarter of an hour later, the waiter had brought all the dishes ordered by Hua Qingcheng and the others to the table. Although they were all home-cooked dishes, they looked quite good.
"Xiao Qingcheng, you've worked hard all the way. Come, eat more!"
Seeing Han Yichen holding an empty plate and looking like he was going to put half of every dish on the table into it, Hua Qingcheng hurriedly stopped him.
"Achen, that's enough. Pour half of the dishes to me. What will you three eat later?" Hua Qingcheng said as she divided the dishes that Han Yichen had packed equally among the three husbands.
"It's okay, if it's not enough, just order more. Qingcheng, don't go hungry!"
Si Chengfeng's eyes were as charming as silk, and he smiled teasingly, his eyes full of joy. Although the third husband of the Hua family always liked to find trouble to tease him along the way, he really enjoyed this warm and sweet relationship with Hua Qingcheng.
Of course, that was assuming they ignored the assassins. Just before they entered the capital of Chaoyang Province, they had fought off another wave of black-clad, masked assassins in the suburbs. However, this time, the assassins didn't look like killers, but more like well-trained secret guards.
"That's right, Qingcheng. Nothing in the world is as important as your eating. You are the head of our family and you can't go hungry." Situ Ye also said without thinking about the trouble.
The slight curl of his lips and the playful expression on his face betrayed his good mood. Although they'd been frequently pursued by assassins since leaving the capital, they'd managed to escape unscathed. They were now much closer to their destination. According to Third Brother, they should be able to reach Xuanyi Valley and meet their elder brother and the others by noon tomorrow...
"Young Master, you didn't really believe what Yang Aoxue said, did you? The Patriarch has always been kind and generous, and has always been good to others. How could he be the wicked man that Yang Aoxue described as raping, plundering, and committing all kinds of evil?"
At the table next to Hua Qingcheng and the others, a man who looked like a servant was standing next to a handsome man in white and talking.
Tian Chen's eyebrows knitted slightly when he heard this. Although he was only fifteen years old, he had heard of the chivalrous woman "Canyue" who robbed the rich and helped the poor.
However, when Tian Chen learned that Yang Aoxue, who had cut off his mother's hands and feet, was "Canyue", he felt that his three views were severely impacted, and for the first time he felt a sense of unfamiliarity with his mother.
So, was Yang Aoxue just seeking fame and reputation, or was his mother really such a despicable person? Tian Chen felt his mind was extremely confused. He could not connect the big villain that Yang Aoxue mentioned with his kind-hearted mother at home.
Tian Chen, born as a boy, has always practiced martial arts diligently, hoping to find Yang Aoxue to avenge his mother's severed hands and feet. However, reality now tells him that all his efforts may have been a joke...
"I'll go out of the city to the Cliff of Forgetfulness tomorrow. I want to ask Yang Aoxue in person." After Tian Chen waved away the servant, he began to drink cup after cup.
Cliff of Forgetfulness?
Is this the Cliff of Forgetfulness where Feng Lingyan fell into the cold pond?
Although Hua Qingcheng, who was sitting at the table next to Tian Chen, had no intention of eavesdropping on other people's conversation, the distance between the two tables was so close that she heard every word that Tian Chen and his servant said.
"Achen, is it... the Cliff of Forgetfulness?" Hua Qingcheng looked at Han Yichen beside her with a little melancholy.
Although Hua Qingcheng had never met Feng Lingyan, ever since she heard Feng Lingyan's story, she had felt pity for this stunningly talented person, and even had a sense of inexplicable sadness.
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