The Herbal Scents of Farm Life
Chapter 889: It’s also very difficult to handle here_1

Chapter 889: Chapter 889: It’s also very difficult to handle here_1

Which neighbor doesn’t know that her lips are the tightest? Trying to pry even a single word about her household from her is simply impossible.

On the other hand, the man of the house might let something slip when he’s out drinking with friends. And yet here he is, solemnly warning her not to speak.

Really!

"But that young girl truly is generous."

She sighed again; ten taels of silver were offered as if they were nothing, as if silver were just mere stones.

"I will be busy these next few days. If anyone comes looking for me, fend them off for me," the man said to Sangsang after she had spoken.

"Alright, I know,"

the woman replied.

...

All the preparations were nearly complete, and time kept passing day by day.

Within the Wei State royal palace, the queen had already visited the imperial study several times, urging the king to quickly dispatch Prince Mo to White Blind Mountain to save her son.

Unfortunately, the king merely gave lip service to the queen but, once turned away, made no move as if the peril of Prince Lin, Sui Zilin, at White Blind Mountain never existed.

Not even others, but he himself, felt he deserved suspicion.

That night was exceptionally still, and the king’s bedchamber was devoid of even a single eunuch attendant. Eunuch Gui had also been dismissed by the king. Yet, on the desk of the bedchamber stood a pot of hot tea.

"Why hasn’t he come yet? Before, he would have..."

the king muttered to himself while gazing outside.

Suddenly, a breeze swept through, carrying a faint fragrance to his nose. When the king looked again at the chair on the other side, he saw that someone was already seated there.

"What business do you have with me?"

The person was wearing a pitch-black mask, their light gaze sweeping over the king.

"Benefactor, you’ve finally come. A few days ago, I sent you a message. Having waited several days without seeing you, my heart has been...," the king immediately stood up, grabbing the teapot and pouring a cup of tea for the masked man.

"It is not the day we agreed to meet," the masked man spoke indifferently.

"I know it’s not our scheduled meeting time, but... Sui Zimo is demanding an antidote from me, and I just can’t produce it. I have to seek your help,"

the king said cautiously, his gaze lingering on the masked man.

"Sui Zimo came to you for an antidote?"

The masked man’s eyes flashed with surprise upon hearing the king’s words.

Wasn’t that young man always so obstinately tough, preferring to endure the agony of poison rather than asking his father for an antidote? What was different this time, had the sun really risen from the west?

"Did you agree?" he asked the king.

"Benefactor, I had no choice but to agree. If I didn’t, Zimo would refuse to go to White Blind Mountain, and the female physician he proposed to accompany him is even more convinced that there’s no need for Zimo to go to White Blind Mountain. I am in a difficult position,"

the king said, his face full of difficulty.

After the incident in the imperial study last time, Zimo must surely suspect him now. So, at this point, it would be best to quickly send Zimo off to White Blind Mountain, to avoid more trouble in Shaohua City.

"You have no antidote left here?" the masked man inquired.

"I have one,"

the king started.

There was always one antidote provided by the benefactor at his side. Though scarce, only one, whenever Zimo came asking for an antidote, he could always produce one right away.