Transmigration: From Farmer To Empress
Chapter 1374 - 1381: Cai Lian’s Pain (5)

Chapter 1374: Chapter 1381: Cai Lian’s Pain (5)

Brother Ying, upon receiving the command, took flight, rising swiftly into the air. In the blink of an eye, his eyes emitted a golden light that enveloped the entire Great Jin Nation.

However, he failed to locate the purse that Cai Wei mentioned.

"Master, the purse cannot be found. It’s very likely been destroyed, otherwise there wouldn’t be absolutely no trace of it!"

Cai Wei listened but was unconvinced. Fei’er’s embroidery skills could compete with those of the palace clothing bureau’s showgirls; the purse she gave to Huo Yuan was crafted with such exquisite workmanship and materials that no one who found it would easily destroy it.

If it wasn’t simply lost but was deliberately stolen, then the person who stole the purse must plan to use it for some purpose, making it even less likely to be destroyed.

Therefore, the purse must still exist!

"Brother Ying, the purse must still be there. Search more carefully, expand the search area—you must find it!"

Brother Ying, having heard this, could only continue to fly higher, until he became a small black dot in the sky, before stopping and peering down.

"Wow, Master, you are truly amazing. The purse indeed still exists!" Brother Ying exclaimed.

"Where is it? Bring it back to me immediately!"

"Uh... it’s—in, wow, the item you’re looking for is actually not within the Great Jin, but inside the territory of the Xianbei Empire!"

"In the Xianbei Empire? How could that be?"

Cai Wei thought hard but could not come up with a solution; how could the purse have ended up in the Xianbei Empire of its own accord? There must be some trickery involved.

"Brother Ying, make a trip to the Xianbei Empire for me, help me figure out why the purse is there, and while you’re at it, deal with Helan Qing!"

"Yes, Master!"

Before Brother Ying departed for Xianbei, he first returned to his space to get enough supplies from Old Turtle, then flew out of the space, heading directly eastward...

At this time

In a secret room within the palace of the Xianbei Empire, items such as candlesticks, talismans, corpse oil candles, resurrecting grass, and a low table were scattered beneath the altar. The Queen Consort Jiya, clad in black clothes, with hair disheveled and a ferocious expression, was furiously scolding several Liaodan Guards kneeling on the ground.

"You good-for-nothings, can’t even bring back a few strands of hair, to have gotten the fake ones once was bad enough, but to fail a second time, what use do I have for you?"

The Chief Liaodan Guard knelt on the ground, continuously kowtowing and speaking: "Queen Jiya, please spare our lives. These hairs are absolutely true hair of the Empress of Great Jin Nation; we have repeatedly verified them before bringing them back."

"Verified? You simply took the word of a damn servant girl and confirmed that these hairs belonged to the Empress of Great Jin?"

The Chief Liaodan Guard said, "Miss Luo Xue once served closely beside the Emperor and Empress of the Great Jin and knew some of the royal secrets. Empress Mu indeed had an affair with Young Master Huo, the richest person of Great Jin. The fragrance pouch given to Young Master Huo by Empress Mu is always treasured and worn on his person, hence the hair inside naturally belongs to her!"

Hearing this, Queen Jiya cackled wildly, her laughter resembling that of an owl in the dark night. Before her laughter faded, she swung the incense burner from the altar violently towards the Chief Guard’s head. The Chief Guard, not daring to resist, was only met with a ’thud’ as his head suddenly bore a bloody hole.

He swayed weakly before collapsing to the ground...

The rest of the guards hung their heads low, neither daring to dispute nor move, even though they were warriors of Liaodan, but Master Lei Da had told them to obey all commands and orders from Queen Jiya without question.

"For such a critical matter, you didn’t see it with your own eyes but made decisions based only on a few words from a cheap maid and baseless conjectures. If the hairs in the soul summoning furnace were switched with those of your Great Kahn, wouldn’t you be considered accomplices to his murder?"