Farmer's Wife Has Magic Skills

Chapter 945: Don’t Get Agitated

Editor: Henyee Translations

Rong Shenning’s voice elongated, “Don’t be so delicate, we are trying to escape right now, just endure a little, it will be alright once we get out.”

Du Zhaolin was determined, “Okay, okay.” He stretched his hand out again.

Rong Shenning bit onto the rope and pulled it back, and finally, after some effort, the rope fell from his hands.

Both were delighted. Du Zhaolin quickly untied the ropes on his body and then helped Rong Shenning, never having been so nimble in his life.

After untying the ropes, the two slowly felt their way towards the walls and then to the window…

The window had been covered with several layers of gauze by the other party, making the room look pitch black.

Du Zhaolin lifted a corner of the black cloth. Outside was a garden with a small pavilion and a lotus pond, and the rest of the yard was vibrant with thriving poppies.

Du Zhaolin said, “We should be locked in a room of a large household, likely the Luo residence, if nothing unexpected has happened.”

Rong Shenning looked out another corner of the window, “That’s possible.”

Du Zhaolin asked Rong Shenning, “What should we do now?”

Rong Shenning conservatively said, “Why don’t we just wait for the general to rescue us? If we go out on our own, what if we run into danger?”

Du Zhaolin agreed, “You make a good point, but won’t they think we are cowards for not trying to escape?”

Rong Shenning spoke candidly, “We are naturally timid, are you still afraid of being called that?”

Du Zhaolin, “…”

Just then, a voice came over, “Go check if those two are dead yet.”

“Yes.” Then the sounds of footsteps, unlocking, and finally the door opening followed.

Du Zhaolin and Rong Shenning were extremely anxious, quickly picking up ropes to tie around themselves again, then sat back to back, covering each other’s knots.

A man in black walked around them once, noticed nothing unusual, and thus walked out, “They’re not dead yet.”

“If they’re not dead, don’t bother with them. They still have great use, make sure to keep a close eye on them.”

“Yes, boss.”

Followed by the sound of the door being locked.

Du Zhaolin and Rong Shenning heaved a great sigh of relief. What if the man had discovered they had untied themselves and beaten them?

Du Zhaolin gave up struggling and said, “Let’s just wait for someone to rescue us.” With the place heavily guarded, they really couldn’t escape.

Rong Shenning nodded, “I think so too.”

The two settled down patiently, waiting for help, not considering the possibility that General Tang might not send anyone to rescue them.

…

City.

After lunch, Chu Tang said, “Feiyun, you go back with Mu Xiao, I’ll go for a stroll with Feiyu.”

Hong Feiyun had a bitter face.

Mu Xiao, however, glared at Chu Tang. This person really, after flirting with Feiyun, now intended to charm Feiyu. Did he plan to make all the women in the organization fall for him?

Chu Tang was baffled by what he had done to make this love-lorn man displeased.

Hong Feiyu glanced at the three people and got up to leave, “Let’s go, it’s been a long time since I’ve gone shopping.”

Chu Tang followed.

Hong Feiyun watched Chu Tang’s back, poured himself a glass of wine, feeling very sorrowful.

Mu Xiao took the opportunity to hold Hong Feiyun’s hand, “Don’t drink anymore, it’s bad for your health. It’s not worth it for someone like Chu Tang.”

Hong Feiyun looked at Mu Xiao, took his hand back, and his heart ached even more.

Meanwhile, after Chu Tang and Hong Feiyu left the restaurant, they came to a dock, “Do you see those three houses next to the dock? That’s part of the Yun organization.”

There were many houses by the dock, about twenty or thirty. The three mentioned by Hong Feiyu looked similar to the others, the only difference being the others had one lantern hanging under the eaves, while those three had two.

Chu Tang asked, “What’s currently stored inside?”

Hong Feiyu shook her head, “I don’t know, I’m not in charge of the warehouse.”

The division of labor within the Yun organization was very clear, and they were to perform their assigned tasks without sharing information to maintain secrecy, under threat of severe punishment.

Chu Tang withdrew his gaze, “Are there any other places?”

Hong Feiyu responded, “Follow me.”

The city housed a total of five warehouses, varying in size. One of them could store up to fifty thousand catties of goods, a considerably large warehouse.

Chu Tang marked the locations on the map and then pocketed the map, “Let’s go back.”

Hong Feiyu was surprised, “Aren’t you going to do anything?”

Did he look like a fool? Chu Tang retorted, “Do what? Murder and arson?”

Hong Feiyu, “…”

Just looking around wasn’t Chu Tang’s usual style, but she didn’t understand him well enough, so she let it go.

…

Bamboo House.

Upon returning, Chu Tang was greeted with the ire of the Left Emissary, who demanded, “Where have you been?”

Chu Tang’s expression chilled, “Do I need to report my whereabouts to the Left Emissary?”

The Left Emissary disliked Chu Tang’s reaction, asserting, “Of course, you do. Your actions now concern the safety of my son. I must be cautious.”

Chu Tang laid it out, “That’s unnecessary. If I wanted to harm your son, it would be far too easy. Guarding me like this will only irritate me. Besides, Left Emissary, you need not worry. I said I would heal your son’s legs, and I will.”

The Left Emissary stared at Chu Tang, his eyes emitting a cold light, “Why should I believe you?”

Chu Tang spread his hands, “Do you have anyone else to trust?”

The Left Emissary’s gaze darkened, “You better cure my son’s legs, or I will make sure you don’t live comfortably.”

Chu Tang responded evenly, “You’ve got that backwards. I, Chu Tang, do not take threats from anyone. And you, Left Emissary, should worry more than I do. Don’t keep threatening me; I don’t appreciate it.”

Hong Feiyu, overhearing Chu Tang’s words, wished she could vanish on the spot. Chu Tang was the first to confront the Left Emissary so boldly.

“Hmph!” The Left Emissary stormed off.

Chu Tang, unfazed, returned to his room, grabbed his medical kit, and then went to Tao Qingxiang’s room.

Tao Qingxiang was sitting by the window reading a book, his demeanor that of a scholarly gentleman, exuding a timeless tranquility.

Hearing the door, he put away his book, “You’ve arrived a bit late today.”

Chu Tang approached Tao Qingxiang, set his medical kit aside, and opened it, “I was out exploring. It’s my first visit to the city.”

Tao Qingxiang was taken aback, such frankness was rare in his experience, “Did you buy any treats or toys?”

“Didn’t buy anything.” Chu Tang took out some silver, approached Tao Qingxiang, “Time for your treatment.”

Tao Qingxiang rolled up his trouser leg himself, more cooperative this time, “Thanks.”

Chu Tang took out an acupuncture needle, remarking, “You’re far more pleasant than your father.”

Tao Qingxiang chuckled, “My father is just worried about me. Please excuse his harsh words.”

Chu Tang inserted the needle into a vein in Tao Qingxiang’s leg, “People should calm down as they age, getting too agitated could lead to paralysis.”