There were plenty of coincidences in this world, but they would never come one after another without reason. Many people understood that, yet very few bothered to connect them. Hu Xiaotian had always been a lazy man, especially in such scorching summer weather. He longed to find a shady patch beneath a tree and enjoy a comfortable sleep, but the situation would not let him stop.
After his long talk with Hu Xiaotian, Murong Zhan became even more taciturn. He deliberately avoided Hu Xiaotian, unwilling to have any more dealings with the fellow.
Hu Xiaotian was not worried that Murong Zhan would harm him. He was almost certain that Murong Zhan and Hu Buwei had long been in collusion. At least for now, his interests and Hu Buwei's did not conflict. Thinking of Hu Buwei inevitably brought Old Madam Xu to mind. Could Murong Zhan also be one of the seeds of fire she had created?
Although the Old Madam had told him many secrets, Hu Xiaotian still could not trust her. A masterful liar would never tell nothing but lies. They might even give you ninety-nine percent of the truth, with only a single lie mixed in-and that one lie would be the fatal one.
Li Tianheng's death had stirred many people, and those coming to offer condolences arrived one after another. Surprisingly, the first to send mourners were the horse bandits of Heavenly Wolf Mountain. Li Tianheng had fought Yan Kui for so many years, yet in the end, he was the first to go. As Li Tianheng's son-in-law, Huo Ge, the eighth prince of the Shajia Kingdom, naturally came to attend the funeral. After the earlier earthquake in Western Sichuan, Li Tianheng had sent envoys to seek aid, but Huo Ge had avoided them, clearly having no