Under the watchful eyes of countless people, Wang Shouzhe carried Liu Ruolan back into the little courtyard.
In that instant, his image seemed to be cloaked in a layer of holy light in everyone's eyes, appearing especially lofty and imposing.
"Th-this is far too unscientific." Emperor Longchang's eyes bulged as round as bronze bells. "What method did that brat Shouzhe use?"
The Wang Clan School had always emphasized science, so Emperor Longchang had naturally absorbed its influence.
Jiang Zhencang was even more frustrated.
Had he known this would happen, he would have wagered his entire fortune against Longchang.
However, that frustration quickly faded.
So what if he had won the bet? That old brat Longchang was too poor now—poorer even than Jiang Zhencang. Even if he won, that old fellow would most likely be unable to pay.
In another courtyard by the lake, the uncle-and-nephew pair Wang Ningxi and Wang Fugui stared at each other with wide eyes, feeling as though their entire worldview had collapsed.
Before long, these utterly eye-popping scenes spread swiftly among the melon-eating spectators and, with the speed of thunder before one could cover one's ears, swept through the entire Wang Clan.
Meanwhile, Wang Shouzhe carried Liu Ruolan and plunged straight into the Portable Cave Abode.
The private, cozy little home the couple had once shared—the Moon-Water Pavilion—had practically become a tourist attraction by now. Only the little house inside the Portable Cave Abode allowed them to occasionally enjoy some private life.
"Wang Shouzhe, what vile trick did you use?" At this moment, "Liu Ruoling" was limp and powerless all over, as if even her divine soul had been numbed. Yet Cold Flame blazed from her watery eyes as she glared fiercely at Wang Shouzhe. "It feels like Golden Toad Soul-Melting Powder?"
The formula for Golden