The Comeback of the Charming Farmer's Wife

Last night, those who had gone out with her, naturally knew what Yang Chuxia was going to do today. When Yang Chuxia left the mansion, they all followed.

At this moment, several people scattered around merely saw Yang Chuxia, like a proud plum in winter, kneeling resolutely in front of everyone, neither servile nor haughty, as if the increasingly numerous onlookers around her did not exist.

"Who is this? Why is she kneeling here?"

"I don’t know. By the looks of it, she must be a lady of a reputable family. Has something extraordinary happened? Why is she kneeling here?"

"Oh, isn’t this the wife of our Prefect, Lord Ye? Why is she suddenly kneeling here?" A wave of voices came, and finally, someone recognized Yang Chuxia.

Yang Chuxia did not look sideways, but she could recognize the voice and remember it belonged to the wife of the Prefectural Magistrate of Shandong, whose rank was just below Brother An’s. She hadn’t been prominent before, but ever since learning of Brother An’s illness, the Prefectural Magistrate’s family had become active, seemingly ready to take their place. Naturally, seeing her here today, she was bound to say a few words out of curiosity and perhaps to see the joke.

However, Yang Chuxia was not in the mood to deal with her as a quarter of two hours had not yet passed. She could only hope that person would keep their promise to give her the item.

In a teahouse, a man in green silently watched the scene below, his heart slightly shaken. So it was true that not all women in this world were alike. Some were stubborn and would rather die than yield, some were selfish and weak, preferring to cling to life rather than dare to resist, and others were like kites, going wherever the string in someone’s hand would lead them.

"Xiaxia, what are you doing? Get up quickly." Mu Shaoling, who had been preparing the medicine at Mu’s Clinic, also learned about Yang Chuxia’s situation and immediately left his work to come over.

Sure enough, he saw Yang Chuxia kneeling straight in the middle of the street.

"I will tell you about this later. It’s important. Just stand aside for now," Yang Chuxia finally spoke for the first time when she saw him. "It should only be another one hour."

Mu Shaoling furrowed his brows slightly, looking at the people whispering to one another. He wanted to pull her up but was afraid that it might ruin Yang Chuxia’s plans.

He had no choice but to stand aside.

Time ticked away, and finally, two hours passed. Without anyone’s help, Yang Chuxia stood up, then looked around. Her gaze finally rested on the teahouse, and although through the window, Yang Chuxia always felt that person must be there, watching her closely.

Without lingering, Yang Chuxia got on the carriage and headed not back to the mansion but to Mu’s Clinic.

"What happened?" Upon reaching Mu’s Clinic, Mu Shaoling immediately asked eagerly.

"The person behind the poisoning," Yang Chuxia calmed herself and said, "If I kneel in the marketplace for two hours for three consecutive days, he will tell me what the remaining two poisons are."

"What!" Mu Shaoling’s eyes widened in helpless fury.

"Don’t let Brother An know about this."

"...Okay!"

By the time Yang Chuxia got home, Lele and Yangyang were both by Brother An’s side, and the two little buns were placed in the little cart, taking turns being pushed by the three adults. Seeing this, Yang Chuxia breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed they had kept the secret.

The next day, Yang Chuxia arrived in the center of the street as agreed.

For some reason, however, it seemed that someone knew what she was doing.

"Hey, have you heard?"

"What?"