Farmer’s Wife Has Magic Skills-Chapter 989 - : Leaving Mu City

Chapter 989: Leaving Mu City

Editor: Henyee Translations

After searching, Chu Tang found that the steward was not in the residence. With no other options, he stealthily entered King’s room.

The sound of a bell rang, the door to King’s room opened, and then King himself emerged, walking mechanically in one direction.

To avoid trouble, Chu Tang did not reveal himself but followed discreetly from the shadows.

A patrolling guard approached, bowing respectfully, “Your Highness, it’s so late. Where are you going?”

King “looked” at the guard, “I’m going to check the dungeon. Don’t follow me; continue your patrol. There have been villains attempting to break into the King’s mansion to rescue someone recently. Stay alert.”

“Yes, Your Highness,” the guard bowed, affirming his orders.

King continued forward.

Just past a corridor corner, a coquettish voice called out, “Your Highness, are you heading to my room?”

Chu Tang felt a shiver at the voice, which was too whiny for his liking. He rubbed his arms in discomfort.

King pushed away the concubine and kept walking.

Not willing to let go so easily, the concubine grasped King’s arm tightly, trying to drag him into her room, calling out for her maid, “Xiao Zhou, quick, help me.”

Chu Tang sighed inwardly; were all the women in the back King’s mansion this desperate?

King, intent on going to the dungeon, extricated his arm and pushed away the concubine and her maid, continuing towards his destination.

“Your Highness, Your Highness…” the concubine cried out after the King with a tone full of lament.

Then, another ring of a bell sounded, and the concubine and the maid obediently returned to their rooms. frёeweɓηovel.coɱ

Chu Tang waited for them to leave before following again.

At that moment, the worst happened — the steward returned. He was surprised to see the King in the garden, “Your Highness, what are you doing out here?”

King continued walking while speaking, “I’m going to check the dungeon.”

In the dark night, the steward frowned slightly, sensing something off about the King, “May I accompany you?”

King nodded, and together with the steward, they headed to the dungeon.

Chu Tang took out the bell again, controlling the steward, and together they headed to the dungeon.

It turned out the dungeon entrance was inside the woodshed. They entered the woodshed, activated a mechanism on the wall, and an entrance to a secret passage revealed itself. They proceeded one after the other into the passage.

Chu Tang followed, entering the dungeon with them.

The dungeon was heavily guarded, and Chu Tang, being cautious, did not make any moves immediately.

King and the steward stopped in front of the cell holding Jiang Zhaoyong, looking at him silently.

Jiang Zhaoyong, having been tortured, was curled up in a corner, his hair disheveled and his clothes stained with blood. He seemed unconscious in the corner.

King ordered the cell door to be opened and stepped inside.

The steward stepped back into the shadows, then re-emerged after a while and walked towards the cell.

He lifted Jiang Zhaoyong’s hair, revealing wounds even on his face.

He fed Jiang Zhaoyong a pill, then with a wave of his hand, a gust of wind extinguished all the lamps in the cell, startling everyone. But after a moment, the fire relit itself.

The guards hurried forward, trying to be helpful, “Your Highness, are you alright?”

“I’m fine. Make sure you guard carefully, and don’t allow any mistakes,” King waved his hand, sternly admonishing them.

“Yes, Your Highness.”

Then, the King and the steward left the dungeon and headed towards the main gate.

Watching this scene, the gatekeeper was puzzled, but it wasn’t his place to speak, so he just watched as the King and the steward disappeared down an alley.

…

Shang Zixing, seeing Jiang Zhaoyong covered in injuries, didn’t know what to say.

Chu Tang sat on a stool, looking at the bed where Jiang Zhaoyong lay, “We can’t leave the city tonight. We’ll leave first thing in the morning. You go prepare a carriage and come to pick us up at dawn.”

“Can he travel with such severe injuries?” Shang Zixing was worried.

“It’s fine; his injuries will be much better by tomorrow.” Chu Tang had already fed Jiang Zhaoyong a spirit-infused pill, which would help heal his body quickly.

“Alright, I’ll go prepare right away.” Having seen Chu Tang effortlessly rescue someone from the heavily guarded King’s mansion, Shang Zixing was deeply impressed.

Chu Tang performed a cleansing spell on Jiang Zhaoyong, cleaning him up a bit before leaving the room.

“Qingzhi, Qingzhi…” A parrot flew over, landing on Chu Tang’s shoulder.

Chu Tang took out some small green worms for them to eat, “Eat up, I forgot to feed you today, are you hungry?”

“Starving,” the three parrots flew over and quickly began eating. They could find their own food now, but nothing compared to what Chu Qingzhi prepared.

Chu Tang watched them eat, “I wonder how my fourth sister is doing?”

The parrots flew in front of Chu Qingzhi, trying to comfort her, “Qingning has its own good luck, nothing will happen to her.”

Chu Tang stroked one of their heads, “Eat up, we’re leaving this place tomorrow.”

As dawn barely broke, Chu Tang was helping Jiang Zhaoyong down the stairs to the waiting carriage, carefully placing him inside.

Jiang Zhaoyong was awake now, his injuries significantly better though his internal wounds hadn’t fully healed, leaving his face very pale, “Thank you for coming to rescue me.”

“It was all Chu Tang’s doing; I hardly helped,” Shang Zixing put down the carriage curtain and sat on the driver’s seat, taking the reins of the carriage.

Jiang Zhaoyong, now aware of Chu Tang’s identity as Chu Qingzhi, looked at him gratefully, “Thank you.”

“As long as you are alright,” Chu Tang replied.

As they spoke, the carriage moved towards the city gates. The King’s mansion had yet to realize their king had been swapped for Jiang Zhaoyong, so there was no commotion, and the carriage left Shu City smoothly.

Once they were through the gates, the carriage quickly made its way to the Tang Camp.

During the ride, Chu Tang coughed lightly, “Jiang Zhaoyong, there’s something I need to tell you.”

Jiang Zhaoyong noticed the seriousness in Chu Tang’s tone and listened more intently, “What happened?”

“My fourth sister has gone missing. I’m rushing back to help find her, but don’t worry too much; the kidnappers just want to trade her for something with Jinghong. They shouldn’t harm her.”

Jiang Zhaoyong’s fists clenched, “When did this happen?”

“Yesterday. I intended to leave Shu City after rescuing you, but the gates were closed at night, and your injuries were too severe, so we had to wait until now.”

Jiang Zhaoyong was filled with self-reproach, “If anything happens to Qingning, I’ll never forgive myself!”

“Let’s not talk about that now. Why did you go to the King’s mansion?” Chu Tang changed the subject to understand the reasoning behind Jiang Zhaoyong’s actions.