Farmer's Wife Has Magic Skills

Chapter 960: The Whereabouts of the Military Supplies
Editor: Henyee Translations

The Prefect glanced at Li Hongyu, who nodded slightly. Then, the Prefect’s attitude became more proactive, “General Tang, please come this way.”

The interaction between the two did not escape Chu Qingzhi and Tang Jinghong’s notice. It was surprising that in the eastern border, where the Yun Organization overshadowed everything, Li Hongyu still managed to make a city’s Prefect heed his words. He certainly had some tricks up his sleeve.

The Prefect personally led the way to the warehouse, “General Tang, please.”

Once inside the warehouse, Tang Jinghong looked around puzzled—there were no military supplies in sight!

The Prefect walked towards a corner, shifted a stone, and immediately a whole wall began to rise, revealing the real warehouse.

The clever disguise was not anticipated by either of them!

The warehouse was neatly filled with sacks lined up inside, with the scent of grains permeating the air, making it look like a genuine granary.

Chu Qingzhi scanned with her spiritual sense; on the left half, each sack contained food, while the right half had medicinal herbs on the top and seeds for farming at the bottom.

She turned and nodded to Tang Jinghong.

Tang Jinghong, now reassured, felt a weight lift from his chest, “Let’s go, let’s see your friend.”

Li Hongyu, pleased, said, “Please follow me.”

…

They arrived at a quiet, secluded courtyard filled with greenery from the vegetables grown there. Entering the yard, one could feel the dense atmosphere of daily life.

Li Hongyu looked worried as he explained, “The person living here is named Xu Yixiu. He’s my cousin, the son of my mother’s sister. He’s had a heart condition since childhood, and the servants taking care of him got him addicted to God’s Cream, making his life worse than death…”

As he spoke, a whiff of Immortal Ointment drifted from inside the house.

Li Hongyu’s expression turned grim instantly. He pushed the door open and entered, “Cousin, stop smoking.”

Inside, a man who was skin and bones lay on a recliner, smoking a pipe with a small lamp beside him, engulfed in the fumes of God’s Cream.

Li Hongyu took away the pipe from Xu Yixiu, threw the lamp out into the yard, and shouted anxiously, “You’ll die if you keep this up.”

“Give it to me, give the pipe back!” Xu Yixiu struggled initially, but after hearing the word ‘die’, he calmed down a bit, and a bitter smile crept on his face, “What does it matter if I die?”

Chu Qingzhi took a pill from her sleeve and fed it to Xu Yixiu, “He’ll be better soon.”

Li Hongyu didn’t believe that a single pill could cure his cousin’s addiction, but gradually, Xu Yixiu did calm down considerably, “Thank you, Miss Chu.”

Chu Qingzhi took Xu Yixiu’s pulse, “His heart disease is not congenital. It was inflicted.”

Li Hongyu was shocked, “Are you serious?”

“I have no reason to lie.” After scanning with her diagnostic techniques, Chu Qingzhi withdrew her hand, “One of his heart channels is severed, creating the illusion of a heart condition. However, it’s not severe; he can live a normal life without it affecting his lifespan.”

Li Hongyu hesitated, “But he always feels chest tightness and short of breath.”

Chu Qingzhi explained, “That’s because he subconsciously believes his heart is weak. It’s not actually the case. Don’t worry; there’s nothing wrong with his body.”

Both were silent.

So, Xu Yixiu wasn’t ill at all—it was their misconception?

Gradually coming to terms with the reality, Li Hongyu asked, “Miss Chu, is there anything you can do about his addiction? Even if his body is fine, the addiction will wear him down.”

Chu Qingzhi pointed to Xu Yixiu, “The pill I just gave him will eliminate his addiction. You can also get more from the prefectural office; they have medicine that helps with addiction.”

“Thank you, Miss Chu.” Li Hongyu bowed deeply to Chu Qingzhi.

Chu Qingzhi nodded, “If there’s nothing else, we’ll be going.”

“I’ll see you out.” Li Hongyu escorted them out.

“Cousin, you’ll get better.” Li Hongyu hugged Xu Yixiu, his eyes full of affection.

Xu Yixiu felt the embrace was too close, pushed Li Hongyu slightly, “Let me breathe.”

Li Hongyu quickly let him go, “Let me help you rest.”

“I want to take a bath first. Then tomorrow, have someone change everything in the house. I feel nauseous from the smell of Immortal Ointment.”

“Okay, everything as you wish.” Li Hongyu carried Xu Yixiu towards the bathroom.

Xu Yixiu resisted slightly, “Hongyu, that’s how you carry a lady…”

Li Hongyu held him tighter, “Cousin, you should know my feelings by now, I won’t let go anymore.”

Xu Yixiu was shocked, “How can you think like that?”

“Why not?” Li Hongyu had harbored those thoughts for a long time, “I don’t care, cousin, your life was saved by me, it should belong to me.”

Xu Yixiu took a while to find his voice again, “How can two men…?”

Li Hongyu firmly said, “What’s the difference? I see no issue.”

Xu Yixiu was stunned.

…

Meanwhile, Chu Qingzhi and Tang Jinghong, having returned to the city, discussed the matter. Chu Qingzhi handed over the medicines she had recently refined to Tang Jinghong, then headed back to the Cloud Base.

Hong Feiyun stood outside Chu Tang’s room window, “You’re finally back, and it’s almost dawn.”

Chu Tang opened the window, “Don’t tell me you’ve been here all night?”

“I have.” Hong Feiyun crossed his arms, leaning against the wall, “Muxiao has been crazy lately, always looking for me. I had no choice but to hide here.”

Chu Tang teased, “He must be deeply charmed by your allure.”

“Don’t find joy in my disaster.” Hong Feiyun frowned, exhausted, “Was your mission successful?”

Chu Tang leaned against the window sill, “Quite smooth. And you’ll never guess what the guy told me.”

Hong Feiyun, full of curiosity, “What did he say?”

Chu Tang replied, “He disclosed the whereabouts of the second batch of military supplies, and I’ve verified it; it’s true.”

Hong Feiyun was astonished, “He’s very generous, handing over so much just like that.”

“It’s because of my good character.” Chu Tang stood up, resting his hands on the window, “I need to rest now. We’ll talk more tomorrow.” With that, he closed the window and went to bed.

Hong Feiyun muttered, “So heartless.”

Chu Tang lay on the bed but soon sat up, remembering something—he hadn’t dealt with Jiang Zhanglin’s situation.

He got out of bed, ready to check the dungeons.

Hearing the noise, Hong Feiyun followed him, “What are you up to now?”

Chu Tang asked, “Do you know how to get to the dungeons?”

Regretting his decision to follow, Hong Feiyun hesitated, “…”

Chu Tang urged, “Quick, I need to see Jiang Zhanglin. What if they’re torturing him?”

Hong Feiyun gave in, “Follow me.”

Led by Hong Feiyun, they arrived at an empty house.