Chapter 232 - 232: So Many Secrets

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

At the mansion of the Lord of the Northern Border.

In the study, after hearing Wan Zhilin’s words, the Lord of the Northern Border slapped the table and shattered it. He said angrily, “Which hidden family has such a powerful technique?”

A single person could fight against more than a thousand people. If such a person could not be used by him, he wouldn’t let him live.

Wan Zhilin was so frightened that he knelt down and hurriedly said, “Your Highness, I’ll definitely find this family as soon as possible and eliminate them!”

The Lord of the Northern Border did not lose his rationality. He slowly relaxed his clenched fists and suppressed the anger in his heart. “No, 1 want this person to live and be used by me.”

Wan Zhilin immediately replied, “1 understand.”

The Lord of the Northern Border waved his hand. “You may leave.”

Wan Zhilin accepted the order and retreated.

The Lord of the Northern Border looked in the direction where Wan Zhilin left. His face was gloomy, and his eyes became as terrifying as a poisonous snake. “There’s only one outcome for those who go against me… They’ll wish they were dead!”

In an ordinary-looking house.

Tang Jinghong made a pot of nutritious black chicken soup. There were some angelica and lion’s mane mushrooms in the chicken soup, and it smelled very delicious.

He scooped a bowl, tore off a drumstick, and carried it to the room.

“Qingzhi, eat something!”

Chu Qingzhi woke up when she heard Tang Jinghong’s voice. She sat up and smiled at Tang Jinghong. “Did you make chicken soup?”

“That’s right. It might not taste as good as what you made. Eat some. We’ll go to the city to eat tomorrow.”

Tang Jinghong walked over and carried Chu Qingzhi to the stool to sit down. Then, he brought the shoes over for her to wear. Even though he knew that Qingzhi was better than him, he still wanted to pamper her.

Chu Qingzhi cooperated and pretended to need care.

Tang Jinghong smiled. “Try it.”

“Ok.” This was Chu Qingzhi’s first time eating Tang Jinghong’s cooking, and she was looking forward to it. She took a small sip of the soup. It was especially fresh and moderately hot. “Jinghong, it’s delicious.”

Tang Jinghong smiled. “Then eat more. There is still a lot in the pot.”

“Okay.” Chu Qingzhi ate the drumstick. “Jinghong, do you want to eat some too?”

“You eat first, and then after you are done, the rest is mine.” Tang Jinghong’s eyes were gentle. His gaze was originally very sharp and cold, but every time he looked at Chu Qingzhi, his eyes would involuntarily soften.

Chu Qingzhi’s eyes curved into crescents. She picked up the spoon and scooped a spoonful of soup for Tang Jinghong. “Try it.”

Tang Jinghong naturally wouldn’t refuse. He drank the soup in one gulp. “It tastes better when you feed me.”

Chu Qingzhi blinked at Tang Jinghong and said coquettishly, “Jinghong, I’m not full. I still want to eat.”

Tang Jinghong rubbed Chu Qingzhi’s head dotingly. “I’ll get you more.”

Chu Qingzhi nodded.

Tang Jinghong came to the kitchen and placed the other drumstick and two wings in a bowl for Chu Qingzhi.

He was stopped when he reached the kitchen door.

“Brother, can I get a bowl of chicken soup for my sister?” Tong Yujie thought about how his sister had not eaten. When he saw a pot of good chicken soup, he could not help but want to give her some.

Qingzhi was not full yet. Tang Jinghong hesitated for a moment. “Only one bowl?”

Tong Yujie nodded. “Yes.”

“Then go and help yourself.” Tang Jinghong was a little unwilling. He cooked it specially for Qingzhi, but refusing would make him look like a stingy person.

Tang Jinghong gently placed the chicken soup in front of Chu Qingzhi. “Qingzhi, I brought you some more.”

Chu Qingzhi took the drumstick and took two bites. She suddenly remembered something. “Jinghong, when 1 was looking for the entrance to the water prison yesterday, I met a man in black. He was there to look for the princess’s personal maid.”

Tang Jinghong narrowed his eyes and asked, “Do you know why?”

“For a secret letter.” Chu Qingzhi waved at Tang Jinghong, who leaned closer. “1 knocked out that man in black and hid him in the green bamboo forest beside the rockery. We can bring him out for questioning.”

“I’ll go right away.” Tang Jinghong looked at the sky. There were still two hours before dawn. Now that Wan Zhilin was looking for them everywhere, the mansion shouldn’t be heavily guarded. n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Chu Qingzhi changed Tang Jinghong’s appearance and tapped his eyes. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be able to see through the illusion. “Then be careful. If you don’t come back in an hour, 1’11 go look for you.”

Tang Jinghong felt sweet in his heart. He suddenly felt that Qingzhi was his strongest backer.

Chu Qingzhi continued to drink the chicken soup and narrowed her eyes in enjoyment. She didn’t expect Jinghong’s cooking to be so good and delicious.

After Tang Jinghong left the house, he took out a handkerchief and covered his face. Then, he flew to Wan Zhilin’s mansion.

In the room, Cong Chusheng looked at Li Yuanshao, whose face seemed to have turned even paler. “Master, why don’t we go back to sleep and come back tomorrow?”

Li Yuanshao waved his hand. “I can’t. I’m afraid they’ll leave.”

“They’re injured and sick. They won’t leave,” Cong Chusheng advised, afraid that his master’s condition might worsen.

Li Yuanshao thought about it, but in the end, he rejected it. “No, I can’t miss this opportunity. 1 can’t leave.”

Cong Chusheng was anxious. “Master, but your body…”

Li Yuanshao did not reply. After a while, he stood up and walked out of the room. He came to Chu Qingzhi’s door and knocked. “Hero, 1 have something to discuss with you. Is it convenient?”

Chu Qingzhi was surprised. What was there to discuss?

“Come back later. My senior brother is not here.” Li Yuanshao was the Seventh Prince, so he should be here to talk about political matters. She wasn’t interested.

“Sure, thanks.”

Chu Qingzhi yawned. She had just woken up and couldn’t sleep, so she was a little bored. “1 wonder if Jinghong had brought that guy out?”

Tang Jinghong returned with the man after half an hour. He entered through the window and did not alert anyone.

The man in black was still unconscious when he was thrown to the ground.

Tang Jinghong pulled off his scarf and said, “Qingzhi, he’s from the An Huai Kingdom.”

Chu Qingzhi waved her hand, and a spiritual light spread out, covering the entire room to prevent what they said from being eavesdropped. “Indeed. He told me before.”

“Why would a palace maid with a secret letter be in Wan Zhilin’s mansion.” Tang Jinghong was puzzled.

Chu Qingzhi patted Tang Jinghong’s shoulder. “Let’s ask him first..”