Imperial Treasure

Chapter 1446: Chapter 843: The First Table! Li Fengkong, Mo, and He’s Jade

"Ye Zui, you’re not allowed to drink later."

She hadn’t answered yet when Xiao Dao’s voice came from the first table.

Steady and indifferent.

"Hmm," the woman responded lightly, tapping her face with one hand, leaning against the chair, looking at the blooming peach blossoms.

Others were surprised, not drinking?

Are there masters who don’t drink now?

While everyone was perplexed, masters from The Gate and Imperial Guards inserted themselves into the second, third, fourth, and fifth tables.

Cao Ling joined some people at the third table.

As this group sat down, the atmosphere at this table became strange.

Cao Ling belonged to The Gate and was naturally incompatible with the Imperial Guards, but as fellow Yellow people, they wouldn’t cause a commotion, only maintaining a state of seemingly close yet distant interaction.

However, today’s visit... clearly had other aims.

Is it to seize the Spirit Coffin?

Ha! Such good fortune doesn’t exist!

People from Central Plains were openly hostile.

Cao Ling, however, winked at Sui Yi.

Sui Yi replied with a smile; a message came through on her phone.

It was from Mo Ke.

— Legend says Lord Ye Zui has a peculiarity; she cannot drink, gets drunk with one cup, but does not fall, just... develops a split personality.

— Compared to her, you might be a bit better off.

Sui Yi: "...."

It seems many believe she has a split personality as well.

In fact... it is indeed true.

Sui Yi sighed inwardly with melancholy.

At that moment, Mr. Tao’s voice reached her ears: "The last three people have arrived."

Sui Yi knew who had come, from this aura...

Jiang Chenyu.

Beside her was a tall, thin man with a crew cut, wearing black trousers, boots, and a black vest, with a small deboning knife hanging from his waist, exuding a mysterious and gloomy vibe.

Jiang Chenyu was well-known abroad, but who was the person beside her?

Seeing this man, Sui Yi frowned, and the reactions at the first table were mixed; Xiao Dao and Marquis Gu Wen remained expressionless.

Patriarch of the Jhiang Family smiled, raised his hand: "Chenyu, come over here..."

Jiang Chenyu and the man walked towards the first table.

Gong Jiu and others: "...."

Perhaps they would never know which path Jiang Chenyu would take next.

Too unpredictable.

Jiang Chenyu passed table after table, paused briefly as she passed Sui Yi’s table, placed her hand on Sui Yi’s shoulder, and leaned down to speak.

"Today, I have requests. And you?"

Releasing her hand, she walked to the first table.

"Du Meng, my friend."

Mr. Tao and others acted as though they hadn’t noticed what had happened, smiling: "Du Meng, much admired."

Mr. Tao’s smile was gentle and refined, amidst blooming peach blossoms, dissolving all awkwardness and tension.

With a faint bewildering fragrance.

And Du Meng simply nodded, appearing rather indifferent, so much so that few at the second table knew his identity, only some were intensely curious about Jiang Chenyu, Zhou Yu’s gaze shifting from Jiang Chenyu to Liao.

"Miss Jiang’s medical skills are astonishing. Not long ago, she reportedly saved an important figure in the Ghost Party from an incurable disease. Truly impressive."

Patriarch of the Jhiang Family casually remarked, significantly implying Jiang Chenyu’s questionable background.

Patriarch of the Mo Family glanced at the Patriarch of the Jhiang Family, Jhiang Song this person...

It seems this Jiang Chenyu is from Jiang, not Jhiang?

Shen Ci lowered his head to drink water, his eye glancing over at Jhiang Liao at the fifth table.

"People from any country, any force, mean the same to me...."

Jiang Chenyu was as graceful and gentle as ever, perhaps indicating a healer without borders? Rather, she felt the world never truly granted her a sense of belonging, regarding everyone as the same.

"As for incurable diseases...."

Jiang Chenyu’s lips lightly curled, candidly addressing the ominous Jhiang Song: "When it involves life and death, it’s never truly incurable."

Only matters of the heart are truly beyond remedy.

Her words, though seemingly light, altered the expressions of the major players at the first table.

Jhiang Song’s eyes darkened.

"Miss Jiang indeed has a unique perspective..."

"Dragon with dragon, phoenix with phoenix, I always thought Mo Ke and Master Sui shared a deep connection, yet Miss Jiang seems quite familiar with Master Sui too, truly birds of a feather?" the head of the Seo Family remarked with apparent casualness.

The underlying meaning was complex and winding.

Huang Long and others couldn’t help but perk up their ears.

Was the focus on Jiang Chenyu? On Sui Yi?

No, it was Mo Ke.

A subtle jab at the heart of the Jhiang and Mo Families.

Mo Ke and Jhiang Qu at the second table were subjected to the public’s scrutiny...

Their expressions remained natural, seemingly unconcerned.

However, no one likely anticipated Jiang Chenyu’s response.

"Birds of a feather? Probably not.... Otherwise, she wouldn’t be sitting here, and she’d be sitting over there, wouldn’t she?"

Jiang Chenyu tilted, raised her teacup lightly towards Sui Yi, shaking it slightly; originally so gentle, inexplicably gained an overwhelming sharpness.

Sui Yi also shook her cup, downed it in one go.

Having requests, huh.

Was she indicating an impending conflict?

She needed to see if there was anything she couldn’t allow others to seize.

She turned her head, looking towards the nearby bungalow.

Inside the bungalow, it was pitch black.

But there wasn’t anything.

She didn’t see anything, but she saw people.

"There are people!" someone shouted!

A person stood on the peach tree’s branch, silver birds entwined upon a white robe, with twisted arrows...

She stood there, unknown for how long, observing worldly forms.

Xiao Dao raised his eyes, lifted his drink, and casually said: "Archer God Bai Yu, since you’re here, if you don’t come down to drink a cup, it might disappoint the owner of Peach Blossom Villa."

Bai Yu’s appearance was quite beautiful, with a prominent high nose, the most striking feature being her sword-like brows, surpassing any man’s, enhancing her beauty with vigor.

She took a step, descending in an arc, landing behind the only remaining chair at the first table, holding a jug of fine wine originally on the kitchen counter, that movement... how many saw it?