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Chapter 89 Humu River: Why didn't Jihulan go home?

The banquet lasted another hour, and Li Wei was already a little drunk. His voice was tinged with alcohol, and his face was flushed.

In fact, he enjoyed this victor's banquet. He could see the soldiers' awe of him, the ardent gazes of some bold noblewomen, and the fact that even the nobles who were originally high and mighty in the city had to speak cautiously in his presence.

Li Wei thought that this was the result of victory, so he wanted to keep winning, and to win bigger and bigger, to win the nine towns, to win Labdal, to win Napur, to win the entire continent.

"I want to move from one victory to another," Li Wei thought. Then he laughed and took a sip of wine, feeling as if the intoxication made his soul float towards the snow-capped mountain temple that symbolized victory. He was enjoying the victory. He could have used his blood and energy to clear away the intoxication, but he didn't.

"If Salma wants to attack Mumeng City, I am willing to be the vanguard and take another city for Salma," said Andali. Afterwards, a large group of Andali's soldiers also expressed their loyalty and said they were willing to be the vanguard in attacking Mumeng City.

Several others began to flatter him, saying that Mumeng City was a piece of cake and congratulating Li Weisalma on becoming the lord of the three towns.

Seeing this scene, Hu Muhe became even more depressed. He continued to sit alone, drinking his sorrows away. Even the lord of the three towns, his own father, had to bow down to this man and act as his vanguard.

What else could he say?

With the formidable weapon of war, the Black Stone catapult, and the troops under his father's command, the city of Muwei was indeed a piece of cake.

"This is a true hero! Who would have thought that Muwei City would change so drastically in just one day?" Several noble sons exclaimed, looking at Li Wei. They felt that this was how a true man should be. In the eyes of these young noble sons, Dali was like a god, but now he bowed his head like a young man younger than them and became his subordinate.

Another hour passed, and Li Wei had drunk quite a bit more wine. He felt a little sleepy, and just then the banquet came to an end, so Li Wei left the hall.

He went to the room that Andali had prepared for him and went to sleep.

Tiebaha and Moturi didn't drink much; the two of them stood guard outside Liwei's house.

Li Wei nodded, went into the house, and lay down on the bed to go to sleep.

Once Li Wei left, the banquet naturally ended, and everyone went home.

Hu Muhe continued to walk out of the hall in a depressed mood, but no one noticed that Ji Hulan, who was supposed to walk in the same direction as Hu Muhe during the banquet, walked out of the hall and quietly slipped into the west corridor.

"Is there any water? Get me some water." Perhaps because he had drunk too much, Li Wei felt a little thirsty and called out to the door.

Moturi and Tiebaha, who were outside the door, responded with a "yes." Moturi told Tiebaha to stay there while he went to the kitchen to get some hot water.

Just then, a maid passed by. She had her head down, and because it was dark, it was impossible to see what she looked like. She said, "Do you need hot water? I can get it for Salma."

Moturi thought for a moment, then sent the maid to fetch it.

After a while, the maid returned with a copper bottle filled with hot water. When she reached Li Wei's door, Moturi stopped her. Because there was a light in front of the door, he could see the maid's appearance clearly at that moment. She had light blue eyes and fair skin, which was definitely not the appearance and skin of a maid.

Jihulan was startled when he was stopped.

"Salma needs water, right? I'll bring it to her room," Gihulan said, trying to remain calm.

Moturi remained silent, observed for a while, then poured himself a cup of water from the copper bottle, took a sip, and then let Jihulan go in.

This woman was definitely not a maid. Moturi guessed that she was probably sent by the daughter of a noble family in the city who wanted to curry favor with Salma. After checking that the water was not dangerous, he didn't pay any attention to it. This woman didn't have any vital energy. After she went in, he would see how Liwei Salma would deal with her.

Moreover, Moturi thought that if this beautiful noblewoman went in and got Salmaqinglai, she would remember the kindness of letting her go today.

Everyone can see that Li Visalma has a bright future and is very likely to become the Lord of the Nine Towns, but sometimes being good at fighting is useless; it doesn't matter if you can't get promoted.

Like Shaha, who has no vitality at all, he only manages the finances of Tuli Town because of his sister Suleisa, and will probably manage the finances of Muvi City soon.

His own status was far inferior to that of Shah.

After entering the room, Jihulan breathed a sigh of relief and patted her chest.

She was dressed in simple maid's clothes, but that couldn't hide her natural beauty; the gray-white maid's clothes were stretched taut in the middle.

Her collarbone was exposed through the cross-collar, and her lower body was cinched at the waist with a belt, outlining her slender waist.

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Jihulan carefully placed the copper bottle containing hot water on the table, then secretly glanced at the bed. Her fair face flushed slightly, and she turned her head away somewhat awkwardly.

She's about to do something really bad, and she's doing it willingly.

This made her feel embarrassed, as well as a sense of provocation and revenge, despite her excellent upbringing.

From childhood to adulthood, she was always well-behaved and a model of a well-bred lady. After marrying Humuhe, she originally wanted to be a good wife and mother and do needlework and embroidery at home.

But he made her do such a disgusting thing.

Thinking this, Jihulan sighed and then began to pour water. She took out a copper cup, held it with her fair fingers, and began to pour water from the copper bottle.

She poured the water with her back to Li Wei.

You can see her long hair from the back; it's very healthy, black, and shiny.

"Water, give me water."

Suddenly, Li Wei's voice startled Ji Hulan, causing her fair fingers to tremble and spill the hot water from the cup.

Jihulan poured it again, then went to Li Wei's bedside and handed it to him.

Li Wei, half-drunk and half-awake, took a sip and drank it down before lying down to sleep.

Jihulan stood frozen in place, unsure of what to do.

Does she have to be the one to do this?

Thinking of her father and sister, and of what Humuhe had forced her to do, a resolute glint flashed in Jihulan's eyes, and she tremblingly reached out her hand.

"Is that Suleimana?

Jihulan didn't say anything; tears streamed down her face.

She hates herself; she's doing something terrible.

Outside, Moturi and Tiebaha suddenly exchanged a glance, and then the two silently walked about twenty steps outside.

"Alas, after tonight, I wonder which noble family in this city will gain power again," Moturi sighed, while Tiebaha remained silent.

Meanwhile, reeking of alcohol and feeling depressed, Hu Muhe stumbled back to his home. He was feeling very uncomfortable and unhappy.

He needed to vent.

He wanted to vent his anger on Jihulan.

The plan doesn't need to be implemented now; his father won't have to benefit from Jihulan's gentle and beautiful wife.

Hu Muhe suddenly realized that even if he lost his kingdom, he still had such a beautiful wife as Ji Hulan, which wasn't so bad.

But when Humuhe returned home, he found that Jihulan was not there.

"What's going on? Why isn't Jihulan home? Where did she go?" Humuhe asked, puzzled.