The Herbal Scents of Farm Life
Chapter 1750: It’s Good to Be Alive

Chapter 1750: Chapter 1750: It’s Good to Be Alive

"You’d better pray that I die here, because if I don’t, not one of you will have it easy. I will make your lives a living hell, just as you have made mine!"

"You despicable people, despicable, despicable!"

"Hiss!"

Lin Caisang took a deep breath.

Her expression did not change due to Su Meihua’s heart-wrenching scream, rather, it carried a hint of helplessness.

"We can’t get anything more out of her, let’s step outside and check over there."

"Let’s go."

Without saying anything else, Sui Zimo grabbed Lin Caisang’s hand and headed outside.

Just now, he had sacrificed his own dignity for his future father-in-law. He hurriedly took his dear Sang’er’s hand; otherwise, it would have been too disgusting!

Uncle San touched his nose and followed them out, closing the door behind him.

"You will regret this, you will all regret this, Young Master! I am the precious daughter of the governor’s mansion. I could have made it easy for you in Lotus Commandery. You will definitely regret not choosing me!"

Inside the room, Su Meihua’s voice echoed like the howling of a ghost.

Uncle San furrowed his brows, reopened the door abruptly, stepped inside, and stuffed the rag back into Su Meihua’s mouth.

Instantly, her voice ceased, and peace returned.

"Miss, Young Master Sui, I am sorry. I was too angry just now, so I..."

Uncle San resumed his walk, his face full of shame as he looked apologetically at Lin Caisang and Sui Zimo.

Upon hearing that their leader had been betrayed by that malicious woman, it felt like his brain exploded.

Without thinking, he lashed out at Su Meihua.

"You can’t be blamed for this."

Lin Caisang sighed lightly.

In fact, she had wanted to scold too, only she wasn’t as quick as Uncle San.

And with Su Meihua, there was no guarantee that she wouldn’t have interrupted and spilled everything about her father’s whereabouts.

Su Meihua was very cautious, and she might have caught on if they had pressed her further.

"At least now we know my father is still alive. As long as he is alive, we can definitely find him."

As long as one is alive, there is hope. She was sure she would find her father; it was only a matter of time. She wasn’t in a rush at all.

"Yes, yes, as long as he is alive, that’s good. Our leader is still alive."

Upon hearing this, Uncle San also nodded with joy, his face full of excitement.

"Brother Molian, Zhe Jue should be ready by now; let’s go and take a look," Lin Caisang said to Sui Zimo.

"Alright."

Sui Zimo responded.

Actually, when he heard that Lin Baizhong had been sold out by Su Meihua, a thought had flashed through his mind.

But now, any further thoughts were futile. They still needed to pry Uncle Baizhong’s whereabouts from Su Meihua’s mouth because their own speculations were far from sufficient.

...

Meanwhile, Zhe Jue had already prepared the wooden tub.

It was not placed inside the room but directly in the courtyard, already filled with reddish-brown medicinal water.

Chunfen and another maid were immediately dragged out and thrown beside the tub.

From their angle, they could clearly see the half-person tall robust tub, large and sturdy enough to easily accommodate the two maids.

Unable to withstand the fright, their legs had already given way, and tears streamed down uncontrollably.

Moreover, the medicine that had been earlier applied to their faces began to take effect, starting as a slight pain and gradually intensifying.