The Comeback of the Charming Farmer's Wife

Who exactly is this person?

Yang Chuxia’s heart was deeply pierced by this question, and why does this person want Great Zhou to fall into chaos, for Shandong to be in turmoil?

"Are you joking? Thousands in Shandong are ill, my husband included. If these people all die without being saved, and only my husband is cured and lives, how will the people of the world view him? Shandong is under his charge; how can he explain to the court and to the people of Shandong the death of so many on his watch? Our paths are different, our stances differ hence, you can’t possibly take anything with you today!"

"Whether I can take it away depends on my skill."

Then he gestured with his hand, and dozens of people in black appeared, moving closer to the carriage.

Seeing so many people around her, Yang Chuxia thought for a moment and then said, "Qingtong, Ye Wu, take the people and leave first."

Ye Wu was momentarily stunned but then understood Yang Chuxia’s intention. He called two people to take Yang Qingtong, leapt onto the carriage in an instant, and burst out of the encirclement.

The black-clothed figures obviously wanted to move forward to intercept them, but Yang Chuxia quickly got in front of these people and scattered the medicinal powder from inside the flowers.

"Impressive! Since Madam Ye refuses to leave the items behind, then both you and the items will stay. Go, chase them down for me!"

The Master of Fancy Red Pavilion blocked the path of Yang Chuxia and Ye San, while Ye Wu and two others had already gone ahead, splitting into three directions towards the prefecture.

By the time the black-clothed figures reached the fork in the road, they no longer knew which path they had taken.

Similarly, they had to split into three groups.

Yang Chuxia was reassured about Ye Wu. It was only twenty miles to the prefecture, and he would definitely be able to bring the items back.

Now she would have a proper meeting with the man in front of her to see if she could remove the mask on his face. She wanted to see whether he was a person or a ghost.

Sensing Yang Chuxia’s intent, the master of the pavilion revealed a sinister smile.

"Madam Ye, how about I tell you a story?"

"A story? I’m interested in stories, but not now. If I catch you and take you back, you will surely tell me many more." Yang Chuxia didn’t waste words with him, continuing her movements.

"Not listening?" The man in black curled his lips in a light laugh, "That won’t do; listen you must. Once in Great Zhou, there was a couple that got along very well. One day, their family faced a great disaster, and the enemy was the wife’s own family. In his rage, the husband pushed his wife out to be killed in front of the enemies. The servant who carried out the order was a sycophant who believed that the master hated his wife intensely and didn’t care about her at all. Thinking that by humiliating the wife and her family, it would please his master greatly, he stripped the wife of her clothes and displayed her in front of everyone. Unable to bear the humiliation, the wife bit her tongue and committed suicide, and this servant rose in rank, becoming the Chief Steward. Isn’t this story tantalizing?"

Obviously, this story was not tantalizing at all!

Even amidst the flashing of blades and swords, Yang Chuxia could feel the sorrow in the man’s story, which clearly had to do with him.

"It would be best for you and your husband to stop being an obstacle in my path; otherwise, it’s your husband now, next time it will be your child!"

Having said this, the man disappeared before her eyes, along with the other black-clothed figures.

Yang Chuxia stood there, unable to return to her senses for a long time, overwhelmed by the many things she’d heard that night.