The Comeback of the Charming Farmer's Wife

"What should the madam do now?"

"Do as she said, I want to see who’s coming."

Ever since Ming Yu mentioned she was going to her study, Yang Chuxia had kept her guard up, albeit she was still cautious. It wasn’t until Mingcui encountered her that she slipped up, forcing Yang Chuxia to keep an eye on her. It was clear she was searching for something, but what that something was, remained unknown.

Now that she mentioned looking for a gold plaque, Yang Chuxia suddenly remembered the item that Mu Shaoling had asked Ye Zi’an for years ago. The gold bar hidden within the howl of wolves.

It was undoubtedly a significant item, one that Mu Shaoling and his cohort didn’t even know what it was; unexpectedly, the person who had come this time knew it was made of gold—a slight difference between bar and plaque.

This made her even more determined to find out who was behind this.

Although the person who came this time was clean, lacking those flame patterns, it did not prevent her from treating these individuals as one and the same.

At night, the entire Ye Residence was as silent as death. Ye Zi’an had sent people to investigate the inn during the day, and it was said that they had found something, but he had not returned since he had gone out.

Meanwhile, the two buns, along with Linyu and Yunyun, had been sent by her to a safe place, just in case.

However, she spent the entire night waiting in the room with Ming Yu until dawn, and no one showed up; Ye Zi’an didn’t return the next day either.

"Madam, will you continue to wait tonight?"

"Wait!" Yang Chuxia nodded her head. "Continue to pretend in the young masters’ rooms that the young masters are ill and still inside."

When the night grew deep and quiet, Yang Chuxia pressed a dagger against Ming Yu’s chin, shielding herself behind Ming Yu’s body.

The door opened gently from the outside, revealing Ming Yu seated at the bedside.

The intruder frowned, "Did you get the item?"

Without hearing an answer from Ming Yu, the person was about to ask what trick she was playing, but suddenly sensed that something was amiss. The person rushed to escape, and at that moment, Ming Yu collapsed limply.

"Since you’re here, why not stay a while? It seems inappropriate to leave so abruptly."

As she spoke, Yang Chuxia gave chase.

But the intruder clearly had no wish to waste words with her and kept running forward. However, the more they ran, the more their blood surged, forcing them to cut themselves as a warning.

Indeed, there was something wrong with the room they had just entered; that useless person had actually made a mistake.

It was also their fault for being preoccupied with too many matters recently, not having taken the time to verify the authenticity of the information before coming.

"Struck by poison and still able to run for so long, quite impressive skills," Yang Chuxia pursued relentlessly. "But I’m afraid finding an antidote will be difficult. I heard this poison has no cure."

"Shut your mouth, you wench! If I can’t cure the poison, I’ll make your entire family pay." The person ahead finally turned around and snapped, their eyes revealing a lethal intent through the slits of a silver mask, like a venomous snake, deadly upon contact.

"That will only matter if you’re still alive to carry out that threat," retorted Yang Chuxia as she drew out a soft blade concealed on her body. It looked like a belt but was actually a sword, one she seldom used.

It was a birthday gift from Ye Zi’an who had found it for her in the prefecture city last year.