Chapter 905: Intercepting Letters
Farmer's Wife Has Magic Skills
Editor: Henyee Translations
Lou Ze nodded, âAll right.â
Several claimed they were coerced and Lou Ze let them go, but a few huddled in the corner couldnât bring themselves to speak, their eyes filled with terror as they looked at Lou Ze.
Lou Ze approached them, his eyes cold, and asked indifferently, âWhy do you assist those people and perpetrate evil?â
One of them replied, âHe would pay me a lot of money. I needed the money.â
Lou Ze frowned, âThere are many ways to make money. Does earning money this way not bother your conscience?â
âIf we donât do it, others will, and the outcome will not change.â
Angered, Lou Ze responded, âVery well, since thatâs the case, let me tell you this: if others donât do it, see, now itâs you who are dying, not someone else.â
Chu Qingzhi slapped the manâs crown, causing blood to stream from his seven orifices, killing him instantly.
This scene terrified the others, who had dreamt of leaving with treasures to enjoy themselves, not dying here without cause.
âPlease, great hero, spare us!â
âWe beg you, we wonât dare again, never again!â
Lou Ze asked coldly, âThere are many out there who beg for mercy like this, but who spares them?â
Drawing his dagger, Lou Ze tossed it into the air. It spun around and returned to his hand, and the men before him were all silenced by a single cut to the throat.
Zeng He, standing at the doorway, watched this unfold with shock. How advanced must Chu Qingzhiâs martial arts be to control a dagger through the air like that?
These men deserved no pity. Lou Ze turned and walked towards Zeng He, âLetâs go.â
Zeng He nodded, not daring to contradict, and followed Lou Zeâs steps out of the small mountain village.
Shortly after their departure, the remaining houses were consumed by fire, all traces turning to ash.
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In the military camp, a tent used for holding prisoners.
Wen Juncheng had been detained here for four or five days. During this time, no one spoke to him, only bringing him food and water.
He didnât know what he would face next, anxious and filled with regret.
Had he known this would happen, he definitely wouldnât have listened to that person and attempted to assassinate Chu Qingzhi. Now he was trapped, likely without a way out.
âLet me out, let me out!â
âIâm innocent, let me go, I wonât dare again!â
âI was framed, it wasnât my idea, I was deceived!â
Tang Jinghong lifted the tent flap and entered, âWho deceived you? What did they deceive you about?â
He had stood outside for a while before entering, having heard everything Wen Juncheng said.
Wen Juncheng instantly became alert, worried about what he might have inadvertently revealed in his outbursts.
Meng Shengdong grabbed Wen Junchengâs collar, speaking fiercely, âThe general is asking you a question. Donât play dumb!â
Panicking, Wen Juncheng pleaded, âI really donât know what youâre talking about. I spoke without thinking, donât take it seriously, please.â
Meng Shengdong threw Wen Juncheng to the ground, kicking him repeatedly, âAre you going to talk, or should I break your ribs today?â
Wen Juncheng curled up in pain, âIs this how your military extracts confessions?â
Meng Shengdong scoffed coldly, âFor someone like you who harms the people, this isnât about extracting a confession. Itâs about giving everyone some justice. I advise you to confess honestly; otherwise, if you end up paralyzed and we let you go, what kind of life would that be?â
After another beating that left Wen Juncheng crying out, a kick to his spine made him lose feeling in his lower body. He finally knew fear, âIâll talk, Iâll talk.â
Meng Shengdong commanded, âSpeak!â
Sweating profusely, Wen Juncheng said, âHalf a month ago, I picked up a man by the roadside. It was he who suggested it, otherwise why would I foolishly go after Chu Qingzhi?â
Tang Jinghong asked, âWhere is this man now?â
Wen Juncheng gasped, âHe went with me to capture Chu Qingzhi, but he disappeared as soon as I was captured.â
Frowning, Tang Jinghong inquired, âDid this man have any distinguishing features?â
Wen Juncheng thought for a moment, âYes, he wore an eye patch as if one eye was blind. He was very grateful to me for saving him, and that was his way of repaying me.â
Meng Shengdong was incredulous, âDidnât you think he might be setting you up?â
Regret filled Wen Juncheng, âHow was I supposed to know heâd repay kindness with malice?!â
Tang Jinghong said, âWeâll investigate this matter later. For now, let me ask you, how much do you know about your older brother?â
Wen Juncheng was unaware that the person impersonating his brother was someone else, âWhatâs going on with my brother?â
âThis is your brother!â Tang Jinghong turned towards the tent flap as the Magistrate walked in. âYou canât even recognize your own brother, and youâve been helping a fraud!â
Wen Juncheng stared at the emaciated man approaching, stammering, âB-brother?â
âRecognizing a thief as a brother.â The Magistrate slapped Wen Juncheng across the face, his voice filled with rage, âIâve always taught you to learn good things, yet you always align yourself with the dregs of society, and now you even help tyrants. You deserve to die!â
Wen Junchengâs face twisted with the slap, and he quickly realized the gravity of the situation, âBrother, how was I supposed to know you were being impersonated?â
The Magistrate was nearly driven to fury by his incompetent brother, âWeâve lived together for decades. Canât you see that your brother was different?â
Wen Juncheng groaned, âBrother, even if things were different, I never imagined youâd be impersonated!â
The Magistrate was exasperated, âEnough, letâs not talk about this now. Tell General Tang everything you know about the impostor.â
Wen Juncheng looked towards Tang Jinghong, âGeneral, I donât know much, really. The impostor often left early and returned late, rarely staying in the mansion.â
âA year ago, I got up in the middle of the night and happened to follow him. He went to the docks.â
âThe docks?â Tang Jinghong prompted.
Wen Juncheng nodded, âHe waited there for about fifteen minutes, then a boat arrived. It was large but very plain, with no identifying marks.â
âA young man in a black robe disembarked from the boat, looking very much like the third prince of Dongling. They spoke briefly, mentioning the urgent need to expand the plantation area for raw materials, and then he left.â
âThe impostor returned to his room and immediately started writing letters, sending three in quick succession.â
âI intercepted one of those letters.â
Tang Jinghong raised an eyebrow, impressed by this detail.
âThe letter said to instruct the military governor to gather labor to clear three hundred acres of land outside Yang City for cultivation at full capacity.â