The Herbal Scents of Farm Life
Chapter 1295: The Urge to Kill Is There

Chapter 1295: Chapter 1295: The Urge to Kill Is There

"So, Miss Lin means..." Jiang Zuo looked at Lin Caisang and asked again.

"I recently discovered that two people can enter my place, so, I want you to go in there on my behalf and take care of something for me," Lin Caisang said softly.

"Take care of... take care of something?"

Jiang Zuo glanced at his lord and then at Sui Ziyou, suddenly feeling a little scared in his heart.

Why did he feel like this was not going to be a good task?

"What is it that Miss Lin is referring to?" he asked.

"What are you worried about? Could I possibly sell you? Even for Ziyou’s sake, I wouldn’t do anything harsh," Lin Caisang said, her red lips curving as she saw Jiang Zuo’s nervous face.

"But... but..."

Jiang Zuo still felt uneasy; his mistress’s words clearly did not comfort him at all.

"I want to build a house. Don’t worry, just a simple wooden house. The bamboo house like the one your master used to live in was also nice, only it needs to be bigger, with more space for people to live in."

Before Jiang Zuo could ask any more questions, Lin Caisang spoke to him directly.

"It just so happens that you want to keep Ziyou company, so I’m giving you this opportunity," she said.

Jiang Zuo: "..."

He looked stiffly towards Sui Zimo, his lord, the expression in his eyes seeming to ask: Prince, is what the mistress said true? She’s really asking me, a physician, to take on the task of building a house?

Why did he find this so unreliable?

"Unwilling?"

Sui Zimo saw him looking over and gazed at him with cold eyes, uttering three words in a tone that was neither salty nor bland.

"No, I am willing, a hundred, a thousand times willing," Jiang Zuo quickly changed his tune.

Without a hint of doubt, he knew that if he dared to express any reluctance, there would be thousands of exhausting tasks waiting for him; he had to be willing.

Moreover, he could see Ziyou every day—what a great deal that was.

"Mhm, it’s good that you’re willing,"

Lin Caisang nodded in satisfaction.

"After we return to the mansion, I will give you the rough sketches."

"Yes, Miss Lin."

What else could Jiang Zuo say but agree?

...

Meanwhile, Suyang personally brought ’Yin Baiqing’ to the gates of Prince Yi’s Mansion.

Because he had received the imperial edict, Prince Yi, even if he wanted to close his doors and stay inside, could not do so—especially since Suyang had also summoned so many citizens of Shaohua City to witness the spectacle.

’Yin Baiqing’ was his biological son, and now that Suyang had delivered the person to his doorstep, how could he turn his own ’son’ away?

Thus, although extremely reluctant, he still opened the doors of the prince’s mansion in front of everyone.

However, he had no intention of letting ’Yin Baiqing’ stay; instead, he planned to find some excuse to send him back—even if it meant declaring the man a fraud, he would not hesitate.

Unfortunately for him, Suyang seemed to have anticipated his thoughts, not even giving Prince Yi the chance to speak. As soon as a crack opened in the mansion’s door, Suyang swiftly pushed the person through.

"Prince Yi, as the National Teacher, I strictly follow the emperor’s decree, and I’ve brought the Fifth Young Master back to you. You don’t need to thank me for the care I’ve provided these past days. There are urgent matters to attend to in my own residence, so I will be taking my leave now."

With that said, Suyang got into his sedan chair, and the steward signalled the sedan-bearers with a wave of his hand. The people from the National Teacher’s residence left without a trace.

Prince Yi, who had yet to leave the entrance of his mansion: "!!!

At this moment, he truly had murderous intent—not only towards National Teacher Suyang but also towards that foolishly incurable emperor!