Chapter 2595 - 2593: Ambushed on the Road

Chapter 2595: Chapter 2593: Ambushed on the Road

The next day, Pan Jinlian sent the servant early to the Rejuvenation Hall to fetch medicine.

Unexpectedly, the servant returned with the same message as yesterday: they still wouldn’t treat the Wu Family.

Pan Jinlian was incensed and personally took the maid over. Just like yesterday, she entered the garden and met the young gentleman.

He maintained his leisurely demeanor, brewing floral tea all by himself and invited Pan Jinlian to sit.

Pan Jinlian approached, her delicate eyebrows furrowed, and said, "What do you mean by this? Do you want money or something else? Why must you tease me like this?"

The young gentleman picked up the teapot, poured a cup, and extended it to Pan Jinlian, saying, "The weather is dry, Madam, have a cup of tea to cool off before continuing."

"What if I don’t drink?"

Pan Jinlian’s face turned cold.

The young gentleman took out a pack of medicine, placed it on the table, and said, "That’s up to you, Madam. I never like to force anyone."

"Then what are you doing now?"

Pan Jinlian demanded.

The young gentleman stared at her, his eyes fiery, "I just wanted an excuse to see Madam. If you don’t like it, you can choose not to come in the future."

"You..."

Pan Jinlian’s charming face instantly flushed crimson, down to her neck. She originally wanted to turn and leave but reconsidered her husband’s illness, turned back, and took the herbs, then left.

After she left, a Black Robe Daoist emerged from inside the house, sat opposite the young gentleman, and drank the tea.

"Such elegance, Master Ximen!"

He savored the tea, extended his hand for Ximen Qing to fill up his cup.

Ximen Qing opened his paper fan and started fanning, saying, "What a beautiful scene with the flowers reflecting beauty. My tea is only brewed for beauties."

The Plague Demon Monarch picked up the teapot himself to fill up his cup, disdainfully saying, "You cultured folks, always liking to put on airs for no reason. With all these games you’re playing, aren’t you just coveting her body? I say, why not just drug her directly, what’s the need for all this pretense?"

"Matters of love between men and women, you wouldn’t understand!"

Ximen Qing chuckled faintly, staring at him, asking, "Can your medicine guarantee Wu Zhi can live for ten days?"

The Plague Demon Monarch confidently responded, "Of course, I have precisely determined the dosage of this medicine. Once Wu Zhi takes it, he won’t show discomfort, but as soon as the ten days are up, he will die for sure. During this time, he will seem like a patient about to recover."

Ximen Qing closed the fan, sneered, "Excellent, by then, not only do I want Pan Jinlian’s body, but also her heart."

"Suit yourself!"

The Black Robe Daoist finished his tea in one gulp, stood up as though carelessly chewing a peony, and said, "But I advise you to hurry up. I heard Wu Zhi’s brother, Wu Erlang, is soon returning. That kid is a tough character; once back, he’ll surely ruin our plans."

Ximen Qing laughed heartily, "Don’t worry, I’ve already arranged for someone to ambush him on the road. As soon as he appears, he’ll surely meet his death."

"You ruthless brat!"

The Black Robe Daoist shook his head, fully convinced by him.

For six consecutive days, Wu Zhi’s complexion improved.

Though he lay in bed, he lacked strength and still couldn’t get up.

Every morning, Pan Jinlian went to the Rejuvenation Hall’s backyard to collect medicine; the young gentleman never made it difficult for her.

Each day, he customarily offered her a cup of tea.

By the ninth dose, Pan Jinlian could hardly be cold towards him anymore, and said a bit more, "I already have a husband; don’t harbor any unrealistic hopes towards me. This lifetime, I will never betray my husband."

The young gentleman smiled slightly, "You’ve misunderstood, Madam. I admire you greatly but have no ill-intentions. However, your words sound particularly hurtful."

Pan Jinlian said, slightly embarrassed, "I’m merely reminding you."

She picked up the teacup from the table, saying, "Consider this tea as my gratitude for your medicine!"

She drank it down and then took the herbs leaving.

The young gentleman’s lips curled into a smile, opened his fan, and softly laughed, "Tomorrow, Madam won’t have a choice in betraying yourself."

Dusk was rapidly falling, as a carriage sped towards the Yang Valley Pass.

In the carriage’s palanquin, an elderly man leaned against the railing, lifted the curtain, and called to the young man at the front, "Young Master Wu, can we slow down a bit? These old bones will fall apart if we keep this up."

At the front driving was Wu Zhi’s brother, Wu Song.

He had obtained the contemporary famous physician An Daoquan with help from their sister-in-law’s family in the Capital City, and was rushing back together.

Seeing Yang Valley Pass up ahead, Wu Song worried, saying, "Doctor An, we can’t slow down. The quicker we are, the fewer the deaths among Yang Valley Pass’s population. You’ve seen, the epidemic has infected villages a hundred miles away. It’s nearly empty and dead everywhere. Who knows what Yang Valley Pass has become now?"

They reached the foot of Jingyang Mountain, where the tavern displaying the ’Three Bowls or No Pass’ sign still stood.

Wu Song’s stomach grumbled a bit. After considering, he parked the carriage outside, and gestured for An Daoquan to come down.

An Daoquan chuckled seeing the tavern, "Just the thing! Work must be done, but one must eat and drink well first to have strength!"

Wu Song nodded, gestured for him to enter the tavern.

He glanced at the tables and chairs; the dust seemed not cleaned for two or three days.

He lifted the teapot, it was empty too.

Wu Song frowned as he called toward the back, "Hey, waiter, you still alive?"

Footsteps sounded from the rear courtyard, someone emerged from the back nodding and bowing towards Wu Song and An Daoquan, saying, "Honored guests, apologies for the wait. What would you like to order?"

Wu Song stared intently at him, "Are you new? Why didn’t I see you last time?"

The waiter chuckled, "You have a keen eye, sir. The previous waiter went home sick, so I took over."

"Really?"

Wu Song examined him up and down, ordering, "Bring out your best wine and dishes here quickly, we have to hurry on."

"Got it!"

The waiter nodded and bowed, quickly turning to the back.

An Daoquan saw Wu Song constantly eyeing the waiter, curiously asked, "Brother Wu, is there something wrong here?"

Wu Song shook his head, saying, "Perhaps not!"

An Daoquan took out a wine gourd from his Storage Ring, poured some into the tea bowl for Wu Song saying, "Here, let’s drink some of our own wine first. I’ve saved this all journey long, lucky you!"

Wu Song laughed, clinking bowls with him.

Soon the waiter returned from the back, carrying a large jug of wine, placing it on the table saying, "Honored guests, here it is. This is our best wine, enjoy. I will go assist in the back."

He set down the wine jug and left.

An Daoquan immediately opened the jug, sniffed, and praised, "Such fragrant wine, let’s have a drink today!"

He filled the bowls for himself and Wu Song, just about to drink.

Wu Song suddenly grabbed his arm, conveying spiritual power.

An Daoquan hesitated momentarily, then obediently spilled the wine behind and pretended to drink a bowl, collapsing on the ground.

Soon after, several burly men entered from the back, wielding knives, sneering at the two, "The legendary tiger-fighting hero stands no chance. My Fragrance Enchantment Powder can befuddle even masters of the Void Insight Realm; what a waste this brat spoiled a whole sack!"

Beside him, someone urged, "Cut the chatter, kill them quickly and report back to Young Master!"

"Got it!"

The group raised their long knives, slashing down towards Wu Song and An Daoquan’s necks.

Flashes of cold light, killing intent surged.