Farmer's Wife Has Magic Skills

Chapter 958: Destroying the Warehouse
Editor: Henyee Translations

As they were speaking, a maid’s voice came from the doorway, “Left Emissary, the young master’s leg pain has flared up again, his face has gone pale.”

The Left Emissary’s expression changed. “Lock that man in the dungeon.” He hadn’t even finished his sentence before he rushed out of the study towards Tao Qingxiang’s room.

Chu Tang was still sitting in the courtyard, idly playing with a teacup, seemingly quite entertained.

Hong Feiyun looked up as the Left Emissary hurried past, puzzled. “Do you know the person who was just arrested?”

Chu Tang neither confirmed nor denied, merely questioning, “Why do you say that?”

Hong Feiyun pointed at the two men, “You came out of your room because of him.”

Chu Tang gave Hong Feiyun a look that said ‘figure it out yourself,’ then returned to his room.

Hong Feiyun wiped his face, more confused than ever.

…

In Shu City.

Grand Master of Divine Music arrived in Shu City with three hundred thousand taels of silver, which he hid before going to the Wei residence, the home of Li Hongjin’s uncle.

In the study, Wei Zhongqing met with Grand Master of Divine Music. “Why have you come back?”

Grand Master of Divine Music bowed and said, “My lord, Tang Jinghong has stationed troops outside the city and is currently conducting a thorough search of opium dens and other illicit establishments. He will soon discover the Jienshan Temple. Fearing he would trace it back to you, I took the liberty of dissolving the temple and returned with the silver.”

Wei Zhongqing thought this made sense. Tang Jinghong was not an easy man to deal with, and it was crucial not to give him any leverage. “You’ve done well. From now on, you’ll stay by my side to handle affairs.”

Grand Master of Divine Music was delighted, “Yes, my lord.”

Wei Zhongqing fell silent for a moment, then said, “There’s something else I need you to look into secretly.”

Grand Master of Divine Music bowed, “Please give your instructions, my lord.”

Wei Zhongqing, his brow slightly furrowed, voiced a slight foreboding, “The Crown Prince has been missing these last few days. Find out where he has gone.”

Grand Master of Divine Music accepted the order, “As you wish, my lord,” and then left the study.

Seeing Grand Master of Divine Music, Yan Jie came forward, “Master, what do we do now?”

Yan Jie was a confidant of Grand Master of Divine Music.

Grand Master of Divine Music spoke in a low voice, “The lord has ordered us to investigate the whereabouts of the Crown Prince, who seems to have disappeared.”

Yan Jie was puzzled, “Why would he disappear all of a sudden?”

Grand Master of Divine Music waved his hand, “Don’t overthink it. Hurry and find out where the Crown Prince was last seen.”

Yan Jie solemnly responded, “I’m on it right away.”

Grand Master of Divine Music returned to his quarters, wrote about his current situation and the events he had encountered in a letter, took it to a teahouse, and handed it to the proprietor, then casually returned to the Wei residence.

Not just the Wei residence, but many people were searching for someone, plunging the entire city of Shu City into a wave of searching for missing individuals.

…

That night, the sky was moonless and starless, just endless darkness.

A swiftly moving figure darted through the night, approaching the riverbank near the Yun Organization’s warehouse, and someone behind the figure said, “Jinghong, you’re here early?”

Tang Jinghong turned around, his eyes smiling warmly at the beautiful face before him, “Came to wait for you.”

“First, I need to tell you something,” said Chu Qingzhi.

“What is it?” Tang Jinghong asked.

“Do you know about Jiang Zhanglin being captured by the Yun Organization?” Chu Qingzhi inquired.

Tang Jinghong’s brows furrowed slightly, surprised. “Jiang Zhanglin is handling affairs in the county; I haven’t yet received any reports about this. Qingzhi, how do you know about it?”

“I saw it. The Left Emissary demanded that Jiang Zhanglin report everything about the military camp to him. Jiang refused and is now locked in the dungeon at their base,” Chu Qingzhi explained.

“Should I send someone to rescue him?” Tang Jinghong asked, knowing the location of the base and already closely monitoring it.

“The base is heavily guarded; your people won’t be able to rescue him. Leave this matter to me,” Chu Qingzhi suggested after a moment of thought.

“Good thing you saw it. Otherwise, we wouldn’t have known if Jiang Zhanglin had been killed,” Tang Jinghong said, feeling increasingly wary of the Yun Organization. The fact that they had taken someone without any news reaching him was troubling.

“He was not fated to die yet,” Chu Qingzhi commented.

“Indeed,” Tang Jinghong smiled.

Chu Qingzhi pointed to the warehouse, “Let’s go check out what’s inside the warehouse. After that, you can come with me to meet someone.”

Tang Jinghong nodded, “I’ll follow your lead.”

They approached the warehouse stealthily, Chu Qingzhi taking out the guards hidden in the shadows while Tang Jinghong handled those near the warehouse. Working together, they quickly cleared the area of guards and entered the warehouse.

The warehouse was medium-sized, filled with shipbuilding tools and dried fish, emitting a strong fishy smell that pervaded the air.

Tang Jinghong rubbed his nose, nearly nauseated, and drew his sword to smash the upper layers of the stored items, revealing a carefully concealed crate, “The real stuff is in here.”

Chu Qingzhi moved forward and opened the crate…

Inside the crate were unprocessed fruits of the opium poppy.

Chu Qingzhi instructed Tang Jinghong to guard the warehouse door while she used a spell to destroy the opium fruits. Soon the warehouse was ablaze, the contents quickly reduced to ashes.

Admiration filled Tang Jinghong’s deep eyes as he watched Chu Qingzhi’s efficient handling.

Chu Qingzhi walked back towards him, “Let’s head to the next warehouse.”

He nodded, “Let’s go.”

All five warehouses they checked were storing opium poppy fruits, and Chu Qingzhi destroyed each in turn. “Jinghong, did the scouts you sent out yesterday find out anything?” she asked.

Tang Jinghong’s expression darkened slightly, “None of them returned.”

Chu Qingzhi dropped the subject, “Let’s check the other four warehouses.”

At the second warehouse, they employed the same tactics. This time, they were pleasantly surprised to find it stored about five thousand pounds of grain.

Tang Jinghong arranged for the grain to be moved out.

They then checked the third, fourth, and fifth warehouses, finding opium paste, an empty warehouse, and poppy seeds, respectively.

Chu Qingzhi used spiritual fire to burn both the opium paste and the poppy seeds. When it was about time, they left to go to the Reception Pavilion.

Reception Pavilion was pitch dark, not a single light lit, less like a meeting place and more like a trap.

Tang Jinghong stood in the darkness, “Did they set a time to meet Lou Zezi?”

“Yes,” Chu Qingzhi said, her psychic senses spreading out, enveloping the surroundings.

Hehe, the area was surrounded by people.

Chu Qingzhi pulled Tang Jinghong to a more remote location, “Let’s wait here, I have a feeling something is going to happen.”

Inside the Reception Pavilion, the mysterious person was getting anxious, “Why haven’t they arrived yet?”

His subordinate was tense, “My lord, once Lou Zezi receives the message, he’ll definitely come.” After all, this matter was well-known; he had no reason not to come and check.

The mysterious person sat in a chair, clutching the armrest tightly, worried, “Let’s wait a bit longer; if he doesn’t show by midnight, then, then we’ll see.”

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