The Comeback of the Charming Farmer's Wife

"Of course," the man in black replied briskly, "if you kneel for two hours a day for three consecutive days, I will tell you what the remaining two poisons are!"

"But what if I kneel for two hours a day for three days, and you still don’t tell me what the poisons are?" Yang Chuxia was particularly concerned about this. Kneeling was no difficult task for her; she wasn’t a man with so-called ’gold under his knees.’ It was just a simple act of kneeling, yet it could save Brother An’s life and, by the way, the lives of so many people in Shandong—it was such a worthwhile thing to do!

"You haven’t questioned my authority," the man in black said grudgingly when he saw she took the matter so lightly and didn’t seem distressed. "You need to agree to do whatever I tell you. This is your last chance. Tomorrow at noon, wherever there is noise, kneel there; otherwise, you will have to watch Ye Zi’an die."

Having said that, he disappeared in front of the earthen temple before Yang Chuxia had a chance to react.

"Damn it! You freak!"

Yang Chuxia cursed under her breath, then also turned and left.

Only after she left did the man in black, who had seemingly vanished, reappear where he had been, whispering softly to himself, "Are women really so different from each other?"

When Yang Chuxia returned, Ye Zi’an was still awake, slumped against the headboard.

"Why haven’t you gone to sleep?"

She approached, touched his hand—it was ice cold. "Are you silly? Even if you don’t want to sleep, at least wrap yourself up; it’s so cold. What if you catch another illness?"

"My lady, I’m sorry!" Ye Zi’an pulled her hand, "I’m sorry!"

"Enough!" Yang Chuxia hugged him, "I’m not upset. You don’t need to apologize; you haven’t done anything wrong. I know what you’re doing it for."

"You know?" Ye Zi’an looked at her, surprised.

"Mhm, I know." Yang Chuxia smiled, "It’s not hard to guess, and that person knows it too."

"He?" Speaking of that person, Ye Zi’an’s expression darkened, "Does my lady know who he is?"

"The master of Fancy Red Pavilion!" She continued, "I once crossed hands with him."

"My lady, I apologize!"

"Don’t you say sorry again." Yang Chuxia made a face, "Say it again and I might have to hit you. Look at you, so weak you can barely walk, like a sick chicken. It’s too easy to beat you up now."

"My lady, I won’t fight back if you hit me."

"You won’t admit when you’re being silly." Yang Chuxia tapped his forehead, "Go to sleep, it’ll be daylight soon."

"Alright, let’s sleep together, my lady."

"Mhm"

It was another early morning; Yang Chuxia cuddled in bed, hardly wanting to get up—because with each passing day, there was one less day left, and Ye Zi’an’s time was running out.

And she didn’t know whether that person would give her the information on the poison.

If she were told, it would still take time for Mu Shaoling to study the poison, and then to find an antidote. Time was of the essence.

Turning her head, she saw Ye Zi’an still asleep and chose not to wake him.

By the time she had gotten herself ready, her two sons had already arrived.

"Why are you both up so early?"

"I just finished practicing my punches, and I came to see handsome dad." Yangyang asked, "Has handsome dad not woken up yet?"

"Your handsome dad went to bed late last night, he’s still sleeping."

"Oh, then I’ll wait here for handsome dad to get up so we can eat together," Yangyang said.

"Sure, wait here then," Yang Chuxia gestured to Lele, "Let’s you and I go see how your brother and sister are."

"Lele, after breakfast, find a way to keep your father in the house, don’t let him leave the estate until after noon."