Sheepadu
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371
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654.9 K
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Candy was a rare treat, and giving it to this big bird was sure to get her scolded. Looking at her younger sister’s sheepish expression, Fan Changyu couldn’t bring herself to reprimand her harshly. Instead, she chuckled, half amused, half exasperated. “Goshawks don’t eat candy; they eat meat.” Changning’s round eyes widened in surprise. “Really?” Nearby, Aunt Zhao overheard and laughed. “These things are fierce in the wild. That goshawk that crashed into the east wing’s window last…-
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Thinking about how Manager Yu had offered her sixty wen per pound, Fan Changyu felt a bit uneasy. She approached Chef Li, who was simmering soup in the back kitchen, and said, “Chef Li, could you tell the manager to pay me fifty wen per pound for the braised meat instead?” Chef Li frowned and asked, “Why?” Scratching her head awkwardly, Fan Changyu replied, “The boss is very kind, but I feel like the price she’s offering is too high. It doesn’t sit right with me.” Chef Li shot her a…
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Leave? He didn’t have time to weigh the pros and cons; his hesitation was instinctive, lingering for a brief moment. Fan Changyu said, “Years ago, my parents probably made some enemies while they were away. If you stay with me, those enemies might come after you too. What I’m thinking is to draft a divorce agreement to set you free, and leave you with some money for your travels. Aunt Zhao and Uncle Zhao are truly good people—I’ll ask them to take care of you until your injuries heal.” Aunt…
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The ranking inscribed on it—“Xuan”—meant that those sent this time were from the Xuan unit. But these people weren’t here to kill him. They hadn’t even noticed he was hiding in this place. Only at the very last moment did the leader recognize him. But why, after recognizing him, did the leader show such an expression—and then immediately take his own life? The mysteries before him grew increasingly complex. It seemed the only way to uncover the truth was to investigate the true identities…
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Fan Changyu followed Chef Li to Yixiang Tower. As soon as she stepped inside, she was greeted by an imposing landscape screen, the floor laid with exquisitely carved blue bricks, and the doors and windows adorned with intricate patterns of flowers, plants, animals, and birds. Since it wasn’t mealtime, the restaurant was quiet. At a glance, the main hall on the ground floor alone held more than a dozen large round tables draped in luxurious silk tablecloths. The chairs weren’t plain either; each had…
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Trying to distract herself from the pain, she spoke half-jokingly to the unconscious man on her back. “This makes it the second time I’ve had to carry you out of the snow.” The person on her back remained silent, his head resting limply against her shoulder. It seemed he had passed out again. The ache in her muscles and the sting of her injuries brought a fine sheen of sweat to her forehead. Quietly, almost as if she were speaking to herself, she murmured, “Thank you.” "Thank you… for saving…
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Xie Zheng stayed silent. His breathing, which had been ragged and uneven after the nightmare, gradually steadied. The lingering dread and turmoil from the dream seemed to dissipate, remarkably quelled by her casual remark. He furrowed his brow, casting a faintly perplexed glance at the woman sitting at his bedside. After a moment, he pushed himself upright with visible effort and extended a pale, slender hand toward her. “Give it to me.” Even in his weakened state, his face was striking—elegant and…
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Fan Changyu, no stranger to the precision required for deboning meat, couldn’t help but shiver at the memory of the knife’s movement just moments ago. Turning her head, she caught a glimpse of the man behind her—a pale jawline and lips tinged with blood. Before she could react further, Xie Zheng, his hand still gripping hers, redirected her wrist to deflect another incoming strike. His movements were more than just protective; they guided her, showing her how to counter and evade the masked men’s…
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The blade edges bit deeply into Xie Zheng’s palm, leaving fresh gashes. Blood seeped through the soaked bandages and dripped onto the snow, scattering like fallen plum blossoms. The sharp pain cleared his mind, jolting him back into full awareness. The sound of approaching footsteps grew louder, and when one of the masked attackers lunged forward, their sword glinting coldly, aiming for the small child, Xie Zheng’s hand moved swiftly. His sword met theirs with a crisp clang, sparks flying as the two…
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When the last of the snow settled, Fan Changyu’s gaze met Xie Zheng’s. Feeling the need to explain herself, she stammered awkwardly, “I was aiming for the masked man earlier… really.” Xie Zheng didn’t reply, his silence as sharp as his sword. The remaining masked men, now reduced to a fraction of their original number, hesitated. Xie Zheng, leaning on his sword for support, looked as if he might collapse at any moment. His face was deathly pale, streaked with blood, and his disheveled hair…
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