The Herbal Scents of Farm Life
Chapter 1796: Wandering Around Aimlessly

Chapter 1796: Chapter 1796: Wandering Around Aimlessly

The owner of Wanling Agency mentioned that a few days ago, there were fewer handsome men around the City Lord, and he even sent that steward to Wanling Agency to pick out several good-looking ones to bring over.

"Yongxia City?"

The guard furrowed his brow slightly upon hearing this and turned to look at another.

"That must be Steward Zhuo. I heard he just went to Yongxia City, but wasn’t he supposed to visit his relatives? How has it turned into running errands for the City Lord?"

The other guard asked in confusion.

In their eyes, their mysterious City Lord was simply a man, and having male favorites was just a singular quirk of the City Lord.

How could they know that their City Lord was in fact a woman and, in order to surround herself with beautiful men, would even send her capable people to Yongxia City to select men for her?

"Yes, yes, it’s your house’s Steward Zhuo."

Zhe Jue nodded repeatedly, looking at the guards with caution.

"He went to Yongxia City, indeed, to see me. My old man, he spoke of the benefits of coming to Mao City, praised how wise our City Lord is, so I brought my family along to seek shelter with my nephew here."

He continued off the guard’s words.

"You’re out of luck then; Steward Zhuo just returned home. I heard his father is ill. Why don’t you go check on him at his place?"

The guard suggested to Zhe Jue.

"He went home?"

Zhe Jue’s eyes rolled as he looked again at the guard.

"Then, big brother guard, where does my nephew live; do you know? You see, I’ve just arrived and don’t know anything about the place, only that my nephew is a steward in the City Lord’s Mansion."

...

In no time at all, Zhe Jue had gotten the directions from the guard and knew where Steward Zhuo’s house was.

After making a detour from the City Lord’s Mansion and changing into a new set of clothes, he went straight to the doorstep of Steward Zhuo’s house, looking at the mansion that ordinary families could neither afford nor inhabit.

"Tsk."

With a light tsk, he chuckled softly.

"Indeed, the City Lord’s most capable steward lives in such a fine residence."

Apparently, if they wanted to find out Lin Baizhong’s whereabouts, they would have to start with Steward Zhuo; asking the City Lord was naturally out of the question.

"Let’s go in and have a look."

Saying so, he stepped forward and strode towards the wide-open gate.

"Hey, hey, what are you doing, rampaging in like that!"

Inside the Zhuo residence, no sooner had Zhe Jue set foot than he was blocked, apparently by one of Zhuo Family’s servants.

A steward who could afford to have servants at his behest, Zhe Jue gave the servant a glance and pushed him aside, striding toward the interior.

The servant nearly tumbled to the ground from his push.

But not at a loss, the servant steadied himself using the wall and followed Zhe Jue inside, all the while shouting after him.

"You can’t go in here; this is a private residence. Who are you, and what exactly do you want?"

Disturbed by the commotion outside, Steward Zhuo, who was busy indulging in greasy food, came out holding a drumstick in his hand.

"Pfft!"

Zhe Jue looked at the man who was nearly round with fat, and for a moment couldn’t reconcile him with Steward Zhuo.

Seeing him so fat with a drumstick still in hand, the comical look was too much to contain, and he burst out laughing.

"What is going on here? Who is he?"