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.

in sight. The river returned to its normal state once the heavenly energy had dissipated, leaving Wynter with the sense that

noticed the river's strange alignment. Moreover, the once

and turned her gaze toward the west,

say a word, she noticed a monkey carcass by the riverbank and approached it. She poked a silver needle into

here for a sec, Blackie. Can you taste

was alarmed. "What if I die after tasting the water, my lady? Not that I mind dying, but I need to land an official job first! I can't let my life

his head and dunked it into the water. "What are you worried about? You're immune

the taste?" she asked. Blackie shook his head and exclaimed, "It's denser than the river

The ritual is usually held once a year, but they've been doing it more often, hoping the river god will rid them of the

a brief acknowledgment just as Hamilton and Layla arrived with the other villagers. Upon seeing Wynter standing there, Hamilton demanded angrily, "How are

the River God is a coward, Mr. Clove. He fled the moment he saw my

Where did you hide the River God? We can't be cured without him! It's

Cantonian. "I have no idea where he's gone, and it's not like you can't

in the river-the very same you've been drinking from. It was all fine before you fell ill recently. But instead of questioning the water, you believed the

but words. We've been drinking from the river for ages, so it's hard to believe there's anything wrong with the

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

even gave me candies!" a child suddenly interjected amidst the crowd. She held her

the child's worsening condition, Wynter walked over and ordered

away when faced with her intimidating

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

she was more focused on the child's burning temperature and fitful coughs. Taking out a box of needles, Wynter inserted them into 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

her orders, the villagers couldn't help exchanging uneasy glances. Eventually, Hamilton stepped

was busy with the treatment and answered for her,

villagers his license before putting it away. Though the villagers might not grasp the Special Unit's significance, they had

performing the acupuncture, Wynter turned to Layla and inquired, "Who threw the carcass by

a flicker of

were the one who did it, weren't you? There's no point in denying it. I wouldn't have

appeared flustered but still refused to

water contamination? Especially

carcass, but it wasn't my intention! A medium visited the village some time ago and claimed that our ritual was flawed. The

carcasses by the riverbank to create a formation. We didn't trust

unfazed by Layla's account and merely

couldn't see his face clearly. When he stood near me, a fog seemed to obscure his face. Oh, but he was always accompanied

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

her words, fearful of

of the village. Once they reached the foot of the

his team for the task, Wynter turned to Dalton and said, "Come with me

place could use

in response. "As you wish,

way to the farmers' market, where Wynter had already sent someone to discuss the acquisition. She intended to check on the progress but overheard the

really going to give up your stall, Oscar? We've been here for years. I can't think of anywhere else to

A vendor sighed.

the young lady's advice. It's for my child's sake," Oscar