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.

Wynter and Dalton stepped out in full attire, there was no one in sight. The river returned to its normal state once the heavenly energy had dissipated, leaving Wynter with the sense that

earlier, she hadn't noticed the river's strange alignment. Moreover, the once crystal-clear riverbed had

eyes and turned her gaze toward the west,

she noticed a monkey carcass by the riverbank and approached it. She poked a silver needle into the carcass, then drew it out to find the

turned to the black serpent and asked, "Come here for a

I mind dying, but I need to land an official job first! I can't let my life end over a

it into the water. "What are you worried about? You're

"So, how's the taste?" she

reported, "I investigated the village, Boss. It seems the villagers have been seriously ill. The ritual is usually held once a year, but they've been doing it more

Upon seeing Wynter standing there, Hamilton demanded angrily, "How are you awake? Where's the

replied, "I guess the River God is a coward, Mr. Clove. He fled

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

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 too much faith in this so-called River God and his powers, treating a mere dragon as a

found the cause of your illness. There's a dead monkey 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

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

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

not a bad guy. She even gave me candies!" a child suddenly interjected amidst the crowd. She held her forehead and weakly leaned against her

and ordered coldly, "Step aside. I'll perform acupuncture

villagers backed away when faced

check the child's pulse, while her other hand gently caressed the child's forehead. The

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

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

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

away. Though the villagers might not grasp the

performing the acupuncture, Wynter turned to Layla and

a flicker of evasion in Layla's

There's no point in denying it.

appeared flustered but still refused to

you realize the severity of penalties for water contamination? Especially with the river

time ago and claimed that our ritual was flawed. The Ritual of Devotion

needed to place monkey carcasses by the riverbank to create a formation. We didn't trust him at first, but he warned that the River God would unleash his wrath if

and merely asked, "What does

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

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

compliantly at her words, fearful of

reached the foot of the mountain, she ordered Balmond

Wynter turned to Dalton and said, "Come with me

place could

"As you wish,

farmers' market, where Wynter had already sent someone to discuss

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

A vendor sighed.

following the young lady's advice. It's for my child's