The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call

Chapter 1715 She Found the Reason

For an instance, Wynter wondered if she was caught in a dream or facing reality. It wasn't the first time she had such dreams, but none had felt so vivid.

She lifted her gaze and locked eyes with Dalton. His hair, slightly unkempt, added a touch of wickedness to his elegant bearing. Everything around her seemed unfamiliar, yet Wynter couldn't shake the feeling that she had experienced it before.

Several images flashed across her mind, too fleeting for her to capture even a glimpse. With her thoughts clouded, she now understood why even the strongest heroes faltered before a beautiful woman.

Dalton was acting differently than usual, and Wynter doubted anyone else could witness his unusual behavior. She could hardly think straight as the tantalizing scent of vanilla wafted toward her. Even in such moments, Dalton remained as irresistible as ever.

Wynter, ever the hedonist, might have taken the initiative had the moment been right. But a flood of images clouded her mind, and she couldn't shake the feeling that they should be in a palace instead.

without thinking further, she halted Dalton's movements and demanded, "What's going on here?"

Dalton's gaze darkened when he recognized her reluctance. With a hand on her waist, he pulled her closer but stopped short of further intimacy. "It's exactly what you see. I'm the one marrying you."

Wynter found it hard to carry on with the conversation in such an intimate position. She could even feel their breaths growing warm against each other.

Desperate to regain her composure, she shifted her gaze to the hairpin. "It's because of the hairpin that. I was stuck in the formation, isn't it?"

Dalton only offered a vague response as he retrieved his arm. The intimate vibe between the two started to wane. Noticing the wedding dress on the ground, Wynter narrowed her eyes and asked, "What about the River God?" Despite recognizing Zhask as a dragon, she sensed no trace of him. To her surprise, the surrounding air was thick with heavenly energy-a situation she had never encountered before.

"He's dead," Dalton replied, clearly displeased that their lovely moment had been interrupted.

When Wynter frowned at his response, he added calmly, "I was abducted here. He was interested in my fortune and tried to steal it but got struck down by lightning,"

Dalton's expression remained impassive as he gave his explanation. Plus, there were burning traces of lightning, just like he said.

Logically speaking, his statement seemed plausible. After all, dragons were infamously known for stealing other's fortunes. Still, Wynter couldn't shake the feeling of loss over Zhask's death-there were so many questions she hoped to ask.

It was obvious that the rain ritual was flawed, but who was the one ordering him to perform it? What had brought him to the village? With Zhask gone, those answers seemed lost forever.

"I did ask him about it, but it turns out he had little involvement. That said, he's not entirely innocent, either," Dalton stated calmly.

Wynter arched an eyebrow, knowing that Dalton had been keeping secrets from her. Although she was skeptical about his earlier answer, she understood now wasn't the right time to discuss it.

"If the dragon has little to do with the polluted river, then there's something I've missed," Wynter mused and swiftly stood up from the waters.

Her beauty was undeniable, and her long hair and slender legs only enhanced her allure. The next second, she draped the wedding gown around her.

"That dragon has likely set up an Illusion Formation here. Come on, let's get out of this place and meet p with my

men," she urged, worrying that something might happen to Balmond, who was waiting outside.

Dalton hummed in response before glancing at the flower hairpin. Since olden days, he had never been the only one in her thoughts. Perhaps, the time had yet to come.

Dalton chuckled softly as the mist thickened, masking the surroundings into the perfect formation that Zhask might have crafted. For the crow, a mythical beast, conjuring such a disguise was child's play.

was no one in sight. The river returned to its normal state once the heavenly energy had dissipated, leaving Wynter with the sense that something

the trees had obstructed her view earlier, she hadn't noticed the river's strange alignment. Moreover, the once

her gaze toward the west, where

and approached it. She poked a silver needle into the carcass, then drew it out to find the color

the black serpent and asked, "Come here for a sec, Blackie. Can you taste

my lady? Not that I mind dying, but I need to land an official job first! I

it into the water. "What

the water a few times before Wynter pulled him back up. "So, how's the taste?" she asked. Blackie shook his head and exclaimed, "It's denser than the

The ritual is usually held once a year,

as Hamilton and Layla arrived with the other villagers. Upon seeing Wynter standing there, Hamilton

a coward, Mr. Clove. He fled the moment he saw my face. Maybe I'm not

River God? We can't be cured without him! It's all your fault!" Layla demanded

about to translate when they heard Wynter speak in perfect Cantonian. "I have no idea where he's gone, and it's not like you can't be cured. You put

fine before you fell ill recently. But instead of questioning

from

that the River God is gone, we're left to wait for death! But before that,

candies!" a child suddenly

condition, Wynter walked over and

away when faced

knelt to check the child's pulse, while her other hand gently caressed the

the child's acupuncture points. She then gave Balmond an instruction. "Seal off the entire village and examine every person here. Find the monkey carcasses for further analysis, and make sure

the villagers couldn't help exchanging uneasy glances. Eventually, Hamilton stepped forward and asked,

with the treatment and answered for her, "We're

away. Though the villagers might not grasp the Special

Wynter turned to Layla and inquired, "Who threw the

villagers shook their heads, clearly unaware of what happened. However, Wynter caught a flicker of evasion in Layla's eyes.

who did it, weren't you? There's no point in

flustered but still refused to

severity of penalties for water contamination? Especially with the river being upstream whatever happens down there is far

some time ago and claimed that our ritual was flawed. The Ritual of Devotion is a custom exclusive to our

a formation. We didn't trust him at first, but he warned that the River God would

by Layla's account and merely asked, "What does

couldn't see his face clearly. When he stood near me, a fog seemed to obscure his face. Oh, but he was always accompanied by two medics. After gaining my approval, the three of them

the village for now. The medics will give you a thorough examination soon. And don't move the carcasses-they will be taken

nodded compliantly at her words, fearful of being

Dalton and Balmond out of the village. Once they reached the foot of the mountain,

his team for the task, Wynter turned to Dalton

could use a

smiled in response. "As

Wynter had already sent someone to discuss the acquisition. She intended to check on the progress but overheard the vendors'

your stall, Oscar? We've been here for years. I can't think

A vendor sighed.

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