The Herbal Scents of Farm Life
Chapter 1861: Who is it, who exactly is it!

Chapter 1861: Chapter 1861: Who is it, who exactly is it!

In the end, the villain had to be dealt with by the Emperor himself, and the crime could only be borne by him alone.

"How did I not think of this way out before?" she sighed, feeling quite foolish.

To find an antidote for Lin’er, she had lost sleep for countless nights, with no energy left to consider other things—she only hoped that Lin’er would not succumb to the poison and die.

Indeed, she had not realized that the Emperor could be pressed for the antidote at the right time.

"Perhaps..."

Suddenly, she thought of an even more perfect idea and raised her eyebrows slightly.

...

Another ten days or so passed by.

The wedding procession from Liang Kingdom was nearing the border town, and among those escorting the bride, the Eldest Prince was the most conspicuous.

The Second Prince also wanted to come, but due to the serious injury he had previously sustained and the miasma poisoning he had, too much movement was not advisable, so he could not come.

"Sang’er, we’re almost at the border town, I’ll wait for you over there."

Outside the carriage, everyone was seated on the ground, and Sui Zimo said this to Lin Caisang, who was tending to his wounds.

"You’re leaving now?" Lin Caisang looked up at him.

"Mm."

Sui Zimo nodded.

"I’ve just dealt with a group of people today, so no one will come in these two days; the day after tomorrow, I will be back by your side."

"Ah."

Lin Caisang let out a light sigh upon hearing his words.

Even now, she could no longer discern who exactly were those trying to kill her and Sui Zimo, and who had sent them.

Were they the master of the cloaked figure, or those who had been watching her mother all along? She was truly confused!

"Brother Molian, you must be careful, those people will stop at nothing."

She admonished Sui Zimo.

On their journey, they had encountered several assassination attempts—some with direct knife attacks, others with poison, and some who tried to separate and pick them off one by one.

So they fought back in any way they could defeat them.

She feared that once Sui Zimo left, she might be safe, but troubles would start for him.

"Mm."

Sui Zimo responded softly and nodded.

"How about I go with you?"

After a moment’s thought and still concerned, Lin Caisang suggested.

Sui Zimo: "..."

Did his little girl think of him as a soft tofu?

"Sang’er, don’t worry about me, just look after yourself, and since you’re so worried, I will take Zhong You with me. After all, he is your disciple, and he can be handy at crucial times," he said.

Upon hearing this, Lin Caisang chuckled and shook her head.

How could Zhong You be of any use at a critical moment? Wasn’t it because Brother Molian thought Zhong You’s spiritual power was still too weak, and if something truly happened on her end, Zhong You would only slow her down?

"Alright."

Still, she agreed.

If it would make Brother Molian worry a little less about her, so be it.

...

While Sui Zimo left Lin Caisang and hastened to the border town, elsewhere, the Emperor of Wei had already smashed a floor full of shattered pieces in the imperial study.

"Who could it be, who in the world could it be!"

He ground his teeth in hatred, reflecting on the recent turn of events.

Those were the sons he had longed for, just like that, murdered in their mother’s womb, and not one but two sons!

Yet, he had other women around him, and the fact that they were moving between his imperial study and the sleeping chamber was known to no one; he had kept it a tightly guarded secret.

Who then had leaked this information!