The Herbal Scents of Farm Life
Chapter 1877: The Eighth Prince of Ziyan Kingdom

Chapter 1877: Chapter 1877: The Eighth Prince of Ziyan Kingdom

"Illusion Continent."

When the silver needle was pricked into his own acupoint, Old Five finally felt alive again, as the pain in his body instantly disappeared.

He glanced at his lips, which had long been bitten to bleeding, and spoke.

"Don’t talk nonsense with me!"

Lin Caisang’s eyes sharpened, and she said coldly.

Illusion Continent, did she look like a fool? To fob her off with such nonsense?

"Where are you from? Don’t make me ask a third time, otherwise, I will make you understand the consequences!"

As she spoke, she reached out and flicked the silver needle in Old Five’s body gently.

The next moment, Old Five screamed in agony, and soon his whole body began to convulse, his eyes rolling back as if he was about to faint from the pain.

But he couldn’t faint, enduring the constant pain emanating from his body!

"I’ll talk, I’ll talk."

"Heh."

Lin Caisang chuckled softly.

Without even raising her hand again, the pain in Old Five’s body mysteriously disappeared.

"Speak."

"We are from Ziyan Kingdom of Illusion Continent, and my master is the Eighth Prince of Ziyan Kingdom." Old Five clenched his teeth, betraying the master he had been loyal to for half his life.

At that moment, his heart was bleeding; he had never felt so embarrassed as he did now.

He never wanted to betray, but the pain from his body was unbearable, neither able to die nor live without suffering. It seemed better to confess everything, perhaps even find a swift death.

Let him confess, and then, he thought, apologize to his master afterward.

"What’s the name?" Lin Caisang asked.

"Yin Lvjun." Old Five answered.

"Old Five, have you gone mad?"

The former cloak-wearer roared out in a cracking voice upon hearing Old Five’s words.

Had Old Five gone insane? No matter the pain or torture, he shouldn’t have betrayed their master, the greatest master in their eyes!

Hearing the indistinct voice of the former cloak-wearer, Lin Caisang gave him a cold glance.

Immediately, he dared not make another sound. After all, it was Old Five who had betrayed their master, not him. As long as he didn’t speak out, there was no betrayal of their master; his loyalty to the master was eternal.

"And what is Yin Baiqing to your master?" Lin Caisang asked.

"Yin Baiqing is the master’s nephew, the most likely successor to the sacred throne of Ziyan Kingdom." Old Five continued to reply.

Upon hearing this, Lin Caisang was slightly startled.

So Yin Baiqing was actually a prince of Illusion Continent, potentially next in line for the sacred throne.

The sacred throne, that’s what they call the imperial throne here, isn’t it?

To think the young Yin Baiqing held such a notable identity, if properly guided, he could achieve great things.

"And Sui Zimo?" she asked.

"I don’t know."

Old Five didn’t think twice before he answered.

"You don’t know?!"

Lin Caisang’s voice involuntarily rose several pitches.

What do you mean you don’t know? They knew about Yin Baiqing but not her Brother Molian’s identity?

Who are they trying to fool?

"Really don’t know? Hm?"

Lifting her hand, she flicked the silver needle on Old Five’s body again.

"Ah!"

Old Five’s mouth once again issued a hell-shattering scream, so intense that it vibrated Lin Caisang’s eardrums.

"Tsk."

She clicked her tongue lightly, unable to resist covering her ears.

This time, the pain on Old Five’s body lasted a long time, so long that eventually he could not make a sound anymore, his head drooping down, completely devoid of strength.