Chapter 898: Ruthlessly Mad
Farmer's Wife Has Magic Skills
Editor: Henyee Translations
Nobody dared play tricks anymore, they all followed Chu Qingzhiâs orders diligently.
One by one, the crates were moved out from the ground, stacking up into a small mountain.
Chu Qingzhi, watching the pile of crates, breathed a sigh of relief, knowing she could alleviate the military campâs food shortage. She leaped down from the rooftop and confronted the old man, âWho ordered you to do this?â
The old man, both hating and fearing Chu Qingzhi, replied, âIt was Lu Ziming.â
Lu Ziming, the steward of the Prince of the eastern borderâs household. Chu Qingzhi furrowed her brows, âWhose side is this Lu Ziming really on?â
The old man insisted, âI donât know, Iâm just a friend of Lu Ziming, helping him out of goodwill.â He hadnât expected that this would provoke Chu Qingzhi, a demonic woman!
Chu Qingzhi scorned, âLiving such a long life, you bring calamity upon the nation, canât distinguish right from wrong, help tyrants commit evils, wasting air by just breathing!â
Without another word, her dagger flashed as she swung it horizontally, killing the old man.
Wen Juncheng, witnessing Chu Qingzhiâs efficient ruthlessness, trembled uncontrollably, âI, Iâ¦â
Chu Qingzhi turned to Wen Juncheng with a gentle smile, âDonât worry, I wonât kill you.â Not until the grain is safely returned to the camp.
Seeing this, the men in black realized that Chu Qingzhi was accustomed to killing and dared not play any tricks.
After a while, the leader of the men in black approached, âAll crates have been dug up, can we release our young master now?â
Chu Qingzhi glanced at Wen Juncheng, who was looking hopeful, âTransport all the crates back to the military camp, and Iâll release him. You have two hours.â
Wen Juncheng urged them, âHurry, find the carts and get the crates back.â
The men in black, feeling Chu Qingzhi was excessively cruel and hard-hearted, doubted her, âCan we take your word?â
Chu Qingzhi countered, âDo you have any leverage to negotiate with me?â
Wen Juncheng was nearly in tears, âHurry up, what are you dallying for, go and transport them!â
The men in black reluctantly went to find carts to transport the food.
After loading the crates onto the carts, Chu Qingzhi pulled Wen Juncheng out from the wall, threw him onto a horse, and followed behind the convoy.
Choosing the nearest routes, they managed to return the military supplies to the camp within an hour and a half.
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Inside the tent, Yi Chuanchuan touched his forehead, feeling it slightly warmer. Was he also infected with smallpox?
Du Zhaolin and Rong Shening had taken their medicine and were sleeping fitfully, but their symptoms had not subsided at all.
Yi Chuanchuan looked at them, puzzled about what his uncle meant.
âCough, cough, coughâ¦â Yi Chuanchuan couldnât help but start coughing violently, feeling his entire chest ache.
âUncle, Uncleâ¦â Seeing Doctor Lan passing by, Yi Chuanchuan quickly called out to him.
Doctor Lan, seeing Yi Chuanchuanâs reddening face, sensed trouble and promptly checked his pulse.
Yi Chuanchuan was also infected with a more severe form of smallpox!
âGo lie down in bed, do not leave the tent, Iâll go get your medicine.â
Yi Chuanchuan grabbed Doctor Lanâs wrist, âUncle, can you tell me whatâs wrong with me?â
Doctor Lan tried to stay calm, âYouâve got smallpox, but itâs alright, we have medicine.â
Yi Chuanchuan slowly released his hand, âPlease go get the medicine for me, Uncle.â If there was medicine, why did his uncle look so worried?
Doctor Lan was deeply concerned, âWhy hasnât Miss Chu come back yet?â
Just then, a green silhouette approached him, âDoctor Lan, I heard the soldiers say you were looking for me?â
Doctor Lan whispered, âThe smallpox has worsened.â
It had evolved? Chu Qingzhi felt a heavy weight in her heart; medicinal supplies were already scarce, and the second batch of resources had been hijacked. The situation was worsening, adding insult to injury.
âOrganize the medics, isolate everyone infected with smallpox, and keep it quiet to avoid panic!â
âYes.â
âIâll go see Yi Chuanchuan and the others, and get the prescriptions ready.â
âBe careful, Miss. The three people in Yi Chuanchuanâs tent are all infected with a more severe strain of smallpox.â
âI understand, go on.â
They split up to take action.
Chu Qingzhi headed to Yi Chuanchuanâs tent and checked the pulses of the three men, confirming her fears, âIt really has evolved!â
Yi Chuanchuan, watching her intently, asked anxiously, âWhatâs happening to us?â
Chu Qingzhi maintained her composure, âItâs just an infection, nothing more. Iâll go prepare some medicine for you. You three must not leave this tent, understood?â
Yi Chuanchuan nodded, âUnderstood.â