The Herbal Scents of Farm Life
Chapter 1790: Don’t Know?

Chapter 1790: Chapter 1790: Don’t Know?

"No, no, I’ll talk,"

At this moment, the man dared not grit his teeth and remain silent any longer, seeing that the poison from those porcelain bottles was about to be poured into his mouth.

"It’s Mao City, that person is the steward of the Mao City Lord’s Mansion,"

"Mao City?"

Lin Caisang looked toward Zimo.

She had not heard of this Mao City.

Of course, it was normal for her not to have heard of many places since she had only just begun dealing with the Man Kingdom.

"Mao City is some distance from Yongxia City, it would take about two days to travel back and forth," Zimo explained.

"And Mao City... it could be considered one of the few tranquil places in the Man Kingdom. The lord of the city is quite mysterious, likely even the citizens of their own city have not seen the true face of the city lord."

He had not expected that it would be the steward of Mao City.

"A steward from Mao City is enough to make you submit reverentially? I find that hard to believe,"

Hearing this, Lin Caisang’s gaze swept directly toward the man as she asked with a hint of skepticism in her tone.

Given that the place was relatively far from Yongxia City, why would the owner of the Wanling Agency be so courteous to Mao City’s lord, especially since the visitor was merely a steward.

They had heard from the very lips of that slave trader that the owner of the Wanling Agency didn’t hold the City Lord of Yongxia City in high regard.

Unless...

"Is the City Lord of Mao City the mysterious owner behind your Wanling Agency?" she asked.

Upon hearing her words, the man suddenly held his breath, and his pupils shrank violently.

But the next moment, he immediately adjusted his expression and shook his head.

"No, it’s not, I have no such owner behind me, the Wanling Agency is mine,"

This was something he would never admit to, for if the City Lord of Yongxia City were to find out that he was a subordinate of the Mao City Lord, would he even live to leave Yongxia City?

And even if he managed to escape, what would become of his Wanling Agency?

The Wanling Agency was a golden goose in the hands of his master, earning untold sums of silver each year through slave trading. If he were to lose his master’s golden goose, would his master spare him?

Therefore, he would never admit to the true owner behind the Wanling Agency.

But what good was his denial, given his reaction just now? Lin Caisang and Zimo were not blind to the obvious.

"Tell me about the steward of Mao City’s lord, why he came here to procure some slaves. Was it to serve the City Lord himself or someone else in the City Lord’s Mansion?"

Her gaze was icy as she stared at the man, questioning him.

"I... I don’t know,"

The man gritted his teeth, refusing to say more.

"You don’t know?"

Lin Caisang murmured softly and then looked toward Zhe Jue.

"Then make him know,"

"Yes."

Zhe Jue responded, grabbing a porcelain bottle, opened it and promptly pinched the man’s chin to pour it into his mouth.

"Mmph, cough cough!"

The man had no time to prepare, and even more so, he couldn’t defend himself since his hands and feet were tied up.

"I’ll talk, I’ll talk, no more... don’t pour anymore!"

Seeing Zhe Jue opening the second porcelain bottle, about to pour the poison into his mouth, he hurriedly spoke.

But even though he spoke quickly, he was still too late.

Zhe Jue simply ignored what he said and once again poured all the poison from the bottle into his mouth.