Farmer's Wife Has Magic Skills - Chapter 912:
Chapter 912: A Killing Spree
Editor: Henyee Translations
In Linzhang City, within the Lu Mansion.
Lu Changyu carefully helped Old Master Lu sit up against the headboard, “Father, do you feel better?”
Old Master Lu, gaunt but spirited, nodded lightly, “Much better, I feel hungry now, I want to eat something.”
Lu Changyu responded, “Father, wait here, I’ll get you something to eat right away.”
“Alright.”
At the doorway of the room, Lu Changyu encountered Lou Ze, “Young Master, thank you. My father’s health has improved significantly.”
“Your father’s recovery isn’t complete yet; he needs to be very careful. Emphasize that he absolutely must not touch divine ointments again, or it would be fatal,” Lou Ze advised.
Lu Changyu took the warning seriously, “I understand, Young Master.”
“Go on, I’ll give your father his medicine,” Lou Ze said, then carried the tray into the room.
Old Master Lu was extremely grateful, “If it weren’t for you, I might not have survived.”
Lou Ze handed him the medicine, “Old Master Lu is fortunate, with more care in the future, there should be no further issues.”
“Understood.” Old Master Lu drank the medicine in one gulp.
Lou Ze sat down, waiting for the medicine to take effect before checking Old Master Lu’s pulse to assess the new prescription’s impact.
After overcoming the initial discomfort of the medicine, Old Master Lu curiously asked, “Young Master, where are you from?”
“I belong nowhere in particular,” Lou Ze replied.
Old Master Lu kindly offered, “Would you like to settle down? If you don’t mind, the Lu Mansion can provide you with a place of refuge.”
Lou Ze smiled, “I enjoy my freedom and haven’t thought about settling down, at least not for now.”
“Then…” Old Master Lu hesitated before smiling, “I respect your wishes.”
Lou Ze suggested, “If Old Master Lu wishes to repay me, you could provide some military provisions, medical supplies, and fabric to General Tang’s camp. I would be most grateful.”
Old Master Lu was surprised but then seriously agreed, “Your request is remembered. I will have Changyu prepare the supplies and send them to General Tang as soon as possible.”
Lou Ze nodded, “Good.”
After checking the pulse and finding the effects satisfactory, Lou Ze concluded, “Old Master Lu should rest more. I must leave now for other matters.”
Old Master Lu politely responded, “Take care, Young Master.”
Lou Ze returned to the kitchen, reviewing five different prescriptions. After a thorough comparison, he finalized the ultimate formula but was missing one crucial herb: Indian Barberry.
“Please have someone fetch this prescription’s herbs. Once your father takes this medicine, he will fully recover.”
“I’ll see to it immediately,” Lu Changyu took the prescription and headed to the herb shop.
Zeng Huo arrived from outside, speaking in a tone of someone watching a drama unfold, “Hong Feiyun and Hong Feiyu had a huge fight, nearly came to blows.”
Lou Ze, intrigued, proposed, “What if I impersonated Mu Xiao?”
Previously, she considered impersonating Hong Feiyun, but that wouldn’t be very useful. Impersonating Mu Xiao might reveal all the opium cultivation sites in Dongling.
Zeng Huo paused, “Are we playing that big?”
“That’s nothing,” Lou Ze’s eyes glinted coldly. “Uprooting the Yun organization completely—that’s playing big.”
Zeng Huo fell silent, perhaps the vast organization would indeed be eradicated by Chu Qingzhi.
Some time later, Lu Changyu rushed back, “Young Master, the shops don’t have Indian Barberry. I’ve been to several, and they said it’s only found on the cliffs of Tian Lan in Chen’an Country, guarded by poisonous bees. No one dares to go there.”
Lou Ze murmured, “It seems a trip to Chen’an Country is necessary.”
He raised his voice to Zeng Huo, “Help me inquire about Indian Barberry. If you find it, let me know immediately.”
“Will do,” Zeng Huo then took off.
Lou Ze shut the kitchen door and windows, sending a message to Tang Jinghong, “Jinghong, I’ve developed a formula against divine ointments, but it lacks an herb only found in Chen’an Country.”
Tang Jinghong, after a pause, responded, “Qingzhi, when are you leaving?”
“I’m setting out immediately.”
“Be careful, and message me if you need anything. I have people in Chen’an Country.”
Chu Qingzhi smiled slightly, “Will do.”
Just then, the window was knocked, “It’s me, Shuang’er.”
Chu Qingzhi opened the window, “What’s wrong, Shuang’er?”
Shuang’er landed on the window, “Someone’s tracking Meng Shengdong, and assassins are planning to kill them tonight and move the divine ointments. Go save them.”
Chu Qingzhi’s expression darkened, “Understood.”
…
That night, dressed in black, Lou Ze headed to Baihua Street in the southern city, planning to ambush the ambushers.
As the assassins gathered, talking amongst themselves…
“Why isn’t the first leader handling Meng Shengdong and his group?” one asked.
“The first leader failed to kill the prefect and even let him escape to Tang Jinghong. With all the opium dens in Linzhang City closed, we’ve faced heavy losses,” the second leader explained.
“Can these dens be reopened?” another asked.
“Once Tang Jinghong and his forces leave, we can reopen them,” the second leader confirmed.
“Right, they won’t stay here forever.”
“Enough talk,” the second leader commanded. “Focus on tonight’s task. We’ll collect our rewards afterwards.”
“Yes, Second Leader.”
Hidden, Lou Ze watched, a smirk on his lips. They were already thinking about rewards before the mission was completed—overconfident!
He stretched his neck, drew his dagger, and with a flash, all the assassins were down.
Just as he sheathed his dagger, one of Tang Jinghong’s wounded soldiers ran through the street, pursued by three sword-wielding assassins.
Realizing the trap, Lou Ze sprang into action, quickly clearing the street of three bodies.
Approaching the soldier, he asked, “What happened?”
“We were betrayed. The Yun organization sent several squads after us. Young Master, please help at Xunyi Bridge Street in the western city…” The soldier fainted from blood loss before finishing.
Lou Ze infused some qi to stabilize the soldier’s life, then carried him toward Xunyi Bridge Street.
The warehouse there was a scene of fierce combat.
Placing the soldier in a shadowed area, Chu Qingzhi joined the fray.
Meng Shengdong and his group, caught unprepared and pressed hard, saw the tide turn with Chu Qingzhi’s arrival.
