Chapter 8 - 8 Overexerted and Physically Weak

Editor: Atlas Studios

The next day, early morning.

The horizon started to brighten, the mist descended, and the morning sun rose.

“The weather is really nice.”

An Jing, as usual, opened the door of the medicine shop, and then stretched contentedly.

“Husband, the medicinal porridge is ready.” Zhao Qingmei smiled as she walked out from the inner hall.

“Brother An!”

Just as An Jing was about to turn around, Han Wenxin came running from a distance.

“So this is the little sister-in-law.”

Han Wenxin looked at Zhao Qingmei next to An Jing, suddenly shocked. He hadn’t expected that the young lady An Jing had married from the Zhao Family was so beautiful.

It shouldn’t be. By logic, he was the doctor of Yu State City, and I was the young and promising constable of Yu State City…

“This is my wife.” An Jing smiled.

Han Wenxin said enviously, “Brother An, you are really lucky. It seems you did indeed save Uncle Niu’s life, no, you certainly saved little sister-in-law’s life.”

“Brother Han, you jest.” Zhao Qingmei smiled sweetly.

Seeing Han Wenxin’s expression, An Jing was very pleased in his heart and said, “Brother Han, why have you come looking for me so early in the morning?”

Han Wenxin then remembered the reason for his visit and quickly said, “Wang He and Wang Zhiping are both dead, and their deaths were extremely gruesome and terrifying. Even the forensic doctor who has worked at the County Government for decades repeatedly shook his head after seeing it.”

“Oh?”

An Jing showed a surprised expression, “Is this really true?”

He had long known that Wang Zhiping had been killed. At this moment, he was just putting on an act.

“Absolutely true.”

Han Wenxin took a deep breath, then looked around and said seriously, “Let me tell you something even scarier. Not only Wang He and Wang Zhiping are dead, their entire family was killed. Counting carefully, a total of three hundred twenty-seven people died yesterday alone.”

“Do you know what this means? It means exterminating an entire clan. They must have offended someone they shouldn’t have.”

“Is it really that scary?” Zhao Qingmei showed a very frightened expression and moved closer to An Jing.

Although it was the height of summer, Han Wenxin felt a cold wind rushing into his sleeves, the sound of everything falling apart nearby.

“Madam, do not panic.”

An Jing gently patted Zhao Qingmei’s shoulder and said in a deep voice, “From what you say, they must have provoked some very scary people.”

“Yes,”

Han Wenxin nodded, then sneered, “Those two uncles from the Wang Family committed many evil deeds and were arrogant and domineering. They thought they could rest easy by relying on the Cao Gang. A small Pavilion Master in the Cao Gang is a minor character. To silently kill more than two hundred people in one day without leaving a trace reveals the terrifying power behind it. Will the Cao Gang offend that force for Wang He and Wang Zhiping?”

An Jing raised an eyebrow and said, “Brother Han, do you perhaps know who is behind this?”

“Brother An, you are joking. How could I know who is behind this?”

Han Wenxin shook his head with full conviction and said, “Early in the morning, the Golden Constable of Xuanyi Guard came to investigate the person behind this. I believe, with even the Golden Constable involved, they will find the culprit soon.”

Xuanyi Guard had Golden, Silver, and Bronze Head Constables. These Head Constables were selected from the best constables of the entire Great Yan. The Bronze Head Constable had at least Fifth Grade Cultivation; the Silver Head Constable was Third Grade, and the Golden Head Constable was Second Grade Cultivation. These were the known top strengths, and it was said that there were also Jade Constables and the Chief Governor of Xuanyi Guard.

This specific information was unknown to An Jing. However, he estimated that Jade Constables should have Second Grade Cultivation or even higher.

After all, it was a power of the Court, and Xuanyi Guard experts were prohibited from being recorded in the Jianghu Ranking. Most people did not know their true strength.

Han Wenxin rubbed his hands and said, “Since the Golden Constable is here, I must build a good relationship. Maybe in a few years, I can join Xuanyi Guard and become a Bronze Head Constable.”

“Then I wish Brother Han a bright future ahead.” An Jing cupped his hands and smiled.

“Don’t just talk, Brother An, you need to offer practical help,”

“How can I help?”

“If you encounter any Demon Sect members, report to me immediately. Capturing a Demon Sect member would be a huge merit.”

Han Wenxin licked his lips excitedly.

The Jishi Hall was next to a teahouse, where information circulated well and crowds gathered. Han Wenxin befriended An Jing partly to develop him into an informant.

If he achieved great merit, he could also marry a beautiful woman to cook, do laundry, and warm his bed.

Zhao Qingmei smiled at the excited Han Wenxin in silence.

An Jing laughed heartily, patted Han Wenxin’s shoulder, and said, “Don’t worry. If I find out where a Demon Sect member is, I will report to Brother Han first. When Brother Han becomes a Jade Constable, you must take care of your brother.”

“Hahaha,”

Han Wenxin laughed, but suddenly felt a chill down his spine, “Brother An, why do I feel a bit cold?”

“Now that you mention it, it does feel a bit cold.”

“Could it be that I am getting sick in this hot summer?”

….

The following days were very peaceful.

Half a month passed in a flash.

Zhao Qingmei innovated different dishes every day, and An Jing enjoyed various delicacies daily.

Ordinary and simple An Jing, ordinary and simple wife.

Life was peaceful and happy.

Except for Tan Yun, who occasionally appeared very lethargic, slumping over the medicine cabinet, snoring.

This afternoon, An Jing rummaged through cabinets looking for herbs.

“Husband, what are you looking for? You’ve been busy all morning.”

Zhao Qingmei walked out from the back hall curiously.

“Oh, I’m looking for some herbs,” An Jing said casually.

“You don’t even remember where you put the herbs yourself? So muddle-headed,” Zhao Qingmei tilted her head and pouted playfully, “Do you need my help?”

“N-No, no need. It’s just some herbs that haven’t been used for a long time. I’ll find them myself.”

An Jing chuckled awkwardly.

“Alright, then you go ahead,”

Zhao Qingmei gave An Jing a suspicious glance, feeling something was off.

Before long, An Jing brought out a large wine jar and placed it on the counter, then poured the herbs he found into it one by one.

“These are precious items,”

Having done all that, An Jing revealed a satisfied smile, then carefully carried the wine jar and placed it on the table in the back hall.

“Are you brewing medicinal wine?” Zhao Qingmei asked as she walked out with a basket of vegetables.

“Haha, just casually brewing,” An Jing replied guiltily.

“Dr. An, Dr. An, are you here?”

Just then, a voice came from outside.

“Someone’s here for a consultation. I’ll go check.”

An Jing, as if receiving a pardon, quickly walked towards the front hall.

The one seeking medical help was none other than the storyteller Zhou Xianming. However, at this moment, his face was pale, weak, and he walked as if floating.

“Mr. Zhou, what’s wrong with you?” An Jing asked curiously.

“Lately, I’ve been feeling weak in my legs, my body feels soft, and my head is buzzing,” Zhou Xianming sighed.

“Mr. Zhou, have you been visiting the pleasure houses too often and drained by wine and women?” An Jing asked sympathetically.

“Who is it?”

At this moment, Tan Yun rubbed her sleepy eyes and walked out.

“No, I haven’t been going to the pleasure houses lately,” Zhou Xianming sighed, “You don’t know, Dr. An, I’ve been teaching people to read and write every night, and it’s exhausting.”

“Teaching reading and writing shouldn’t be that exhausting?” An Jing pondered, stroking his chin.

“Yes, but that person is as stupid as a pig. I… I…”

Zhou Xianming seemed to have reached his breaking point.

“Oh,”

An Jing sighed.

In his previous life, there were also parents who cried out of frustration from failing to teach their children… He hadn’t expected to encounter this situation himself.

Neither of them noticed, Tan Yun at the medicine cabinet had a darkened face, and her clenched fists were shaking with eyes seemingly on fire.

“Let me prescribe you some sleeping pills.”

“Thank you, Dr. An.”

As An Jing was fetching herbs, Zhou Xianming came over with a flushed face and said, “Dr. An, why does your maid keep looking at me?”

Could it be that the beautiful maid of Dr. An was interested in him?

Thinking of this, Zhou Xianming felt a shiver run through him.

As a poor scholar over thirty-something with no wife,

That Tan Yun, although Dr. An’s maid, looked gentle and lovable… just seeing her melted his heart…

An Jing glanced at Tan Yun, who was engrossed in her reading, and shook his head, “That… I’m not sure either.”

Eventually, An Jing finished preparing Zhou Xianming’s herbs, and Zhou Xianming couldn’t resist sneaking several glances at Tan Yun before reluctantly leaving.

……..

As night fell and silence enveloped everything, the Jishi Hall closed for the day.

An Jing rubbed his waist and then tiptoed towards the back hall.

“Brother~!”

Zhao Qingmei immediately noticed An Jing and put down the book she was reading, her face blushing.

“Qingmei, you haven’t slept yet? Why is your face so red?”

An Jing said in surprise, “Are you sick?”

Zhao Qingmei gently stepped on An Jing’s foot, revealing her slender, fair legs in a seductive gesture.

“No, I learned some new tricks.”

“What tricks?”

“Dragon Seeking Gold, Reversing Qiankun… Brother, want to try them?”