Mesmerizing Ghost Doctor

When Feng Jiu heard this, he knew what he meant and smiled, "Correct. I've never been to my sister's clan, though."

Jun Jueshang glanced at her and fell silent, not uttering another word.

Mo Chen noticed that Jun Jueshang's countenance no longer showed the previous hesitance and confusion whenever he mentioned Wanyan Qianhua. He understood then that Jun Jueshang had found clarity in his feelings. His lips curved into a gentle smile. "It seems that once we've finished celebrating Ah Jiu and Mo Ze's wedding, it won't be long until we can celebrate yours."

Jun Jueshang, who had just taken a sip from his teacup, stiffened slightly at these words. However, after a brief moment, his expression returned to normal. He didn't give a clear answer and just replied with, "If there's a chance."

When Feng Jiu heard this, she raised an eyebrow and gave a playful smile. Resting her chin in one hand, her eyes twinkled with mischief. "However, getting my sister's approval might be a bit difficult, not to mention..."

Seeing her pause mid-sentence and the inexplicable mirth on her lips, Jun Jueshang couldn't help but ask, "Not to mention what?"

"Hehe, it's best not to say," I think you should take a look at

Feng Jiu shook her head calmly. She thought to herself: If she were to reveal everything now, what fun would be left? She was already imagining Jun Jueshang's reaction when he eventually discovered her sister was pregnant - would he look like he'd seen a ghost? Just thinking about that scene made her want to laugh.

Meanwhile, Leng Shuang and Qin Xin were out shopping. Besides buying some solid staple food, cakes, meat, and local fruits, they also picked up a variety of snacks.

"Is there anything else we need to buy?" Leng Shuang asked Qin Xin.

Qin Xin shook her head. "We've bought enough food, and we have everything we need. We've even got some snacks for our young master. There's nothing else."

"Mm, then let's head back! We don't want our master to wait too long." After saying this, Leng Shuang and Qin Xin turned around, but as they were crossing the street, they saw that the other pedestrians were covering their noses and moving out of the way, casting disdainful glances at something behind them.

Seeing this, the two women stopped and looked back, only to see a group of about fifty or sixty individuals, old and young alike, dressed in ragged clothes, with dishevelled hair, being driven into the city. They were shackled with dark iron chains, their bodies full of whip marks and stumbling in their steps. Each one seemed to be severely dehydrated, their lips cracked and bleeding.

"What are you staring at? There's nothing interesting to see in this group of slaves! Move, move!" The guards accompanying the group barked at the onlookers, lashing their whips on the ground with a loud crack.

One of the children in the group stumbled and fell and didn't get up for a while. The guard, after shouting a few times, raised his whip to strike the child.