Chapter 292 - 292. Prime Minister Wan

Chapter 292: Chapter 292. Prime Minister Wan

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

“We didn’t do it. Commander An was afraid these children would make a fuss, so he fed them some sleeping pills.”

Ji Shuisheng’s knife tip was already pressed against the coachman’s neck. The cold end of the knife was pressed against the coachman’s neck. If he moved forward, he would take his life. His murderous look scared the coachman so much that he trembled and hurriedly cleared himself of suspicion.

These children had all been drugged. Ji Shuisheng threw down the knife and went over to check the children’s pulse. Only then did he confirm that the coachman was not lying.

However, the amount of medicine they had given each child was too much and was harmful to the child’s body. They would not be able to wake up for three days.

Ji Shuisheng was furious. How could he feed the child so many sleeping pills? That An fellow was not a good person either.

“What about them?”

Yang Zhi was also an experienced person. He did not call Ji Shuisheng by name and only asked how to deal with these people.

Ji Shuisheng glanced at the soldiers tied up and looked at him in fear.

Ji Shuisheng looked down on them. They surrendered without fighting and were not fit to be soldiers.

But after all, their crimes did not warrant death. Ji Shuisheng did not want to let them live if they went back on their word, but whether they could live depended on their luck. Thus, he said to Yang Zhi,

“Shut them up and throw them into the woods.”

Yang Zhi agreed and threw these people into the woods by the roadside with the bodyguards.

“Brother Yang, see if Second Master Su’s son is in the car.”

Ji Shuisheng said to him in a voice that only he and Yang Zhi could hear. Yang Zhi nodded and walked to the front of the black awning cart, opened the curtain, and opened the lighter to identify it carefully.

There was no Xiao Chen in the first carriage. Yang Zhi’s heart was in his throat. He quickly went to the second carriage, opened the curtain and looked inside. He saw Xiao Chen sleeping soundly under the faint light of the lighter.

Yang Zhi heaved a sigh of relief and called Ji Shuisheng over.

“Shuisheng, he’s here. Can you take a look at the child?”

When Ji Shuisheng heard that the child had been found, he felt relieved. He walked over to take Xiao Chen’s pulse and found that Xiao Chen had taken the least medicine among the children. He said to Yang Zhi,

“It’s fine. He’ll wake up after sleeping for a day.”

“That’s good.”

Only then did Yang Zhi relax. Otherwise, if something happened to Xiao Chen, Brother Su could not take it. The child had been found, and the soldiers had been dealt with. There were still more than twenty warhorses left. Yang Zhi asked Ji Shuisheng,

“What about the warhorses?”

Warhorses were different from other things. They all had serial numbers. They did not dare to take them back to Jin City. It would cause trouble.

However, it would be a pity if he didn’t want more than twenty warhorses!

“I’ll take them back.”

Ji Shuisheng had the same thought. It would be a pity to kill and release so many warhorses, so he took them back for Cheng Yu’s army. Their army needed them urgently.

“Can you take so many by yourself?”

Yang Zhi felt that it was a little unbelievable. There were more than twenty warhorses, and the warhorses had a very unique personality. They only recognized their masters, so how could they obediently follow Ji Shuisheng?

“Yes, I can train horses.”

Ji Shuisheng’s starry eyes flashed with confidence. No matter how wild a horse was, it had to be obedient in his hands.

“Alright, 1’11 carry the children back.”

Since Ji Shuisheng was so confident, Yang Zhi no longer worried about him. He ordered two bodyguards to drive the carriage, and together with Ji Shuisheng, they drove the twenty horses back to Luo City.

Ji Shuisheng had been in a hurry to save the child. Other than Su Qing’s horse, the rest of his three carriages and horses had been thrown to the side of the road.

He thought that he wouldn’t be able to find the carriage when he went back. He didn’t expect that the carriage wouldn’t move.

Ji Shuisheng also asked Yang Zhi to drive his three carriages to Luo City.

“Brother Yang, help me fill these three carriages with food.”

Ji Shuisheng cupped his hands at Yang Zhi. He had initially wanted to return to Mo City with Brother Yang. These three carriages were also filled with food, but now he couldn’t. He couldn’t follow them into the city if he had to take care of these warhorses. He could only ask Yang Zhi to help him buy food and send it to Mo City.

“Sure, no problem.”

Yang Zhi agreed without hesitation. He was initially going to deliver food to Mo City, so three more carts were nothing. Moreover, Shuisheng was helping them.

After Ji Shuisheng asked Yang Zhi for help, he drove his warhorse towards Mo City.

The warhorses were too big of a target and could not appear on the official road at dawn. Ji Shuisheng drove the warhorses into the depths of the forest and waited until the night before continuing their journey.

Not long after he entered the forest, a group of people rode fast horses and rushed towards Jin City. There were black cloth bags on the horses ‘backs. From the shape of the bags, it seemed like they were holding people. n--o/-v..e(/l--b.-I(-n

When Ji Shuisheng heard the sound of hooves, he thought Commander An had caught up with them. After he tied up his horse, he came out to take a look. He did not find anyone but did not dare to let down his guard and continued on his way until night.

Mo City

Su Qing tied a secret letter to the pigeon’s leg. With a wave of his hand, the pigeon flapped its wings and flew into the sky, all the way to the capital.

Four days later, at the Prime Minister’s residence.

The white-haired Prime Minister Wan sat on an armchair covered with tiger skin. He was as fat as a big-bellied Maitreya Buddha. There were various fruits and pastries on the table in front of him.

A group of beautiful dancers moved their slender waists to the melodious music. All of them swayed, and their eyes were like silk, making the Prime Minister, who was nearly 60 years old, overjoyed. There were two stunning beauties on each side of him. The yellow-clothed beauty served him with white fungus soup, and the red-clothed beauty held a crystal transparent grape in her slender hands and sent it into the Prime Minister’s mouth.

“Prime Minister, is it sweet?”

The charming voice of the beauty in red dragged on a long and alluring tone, like a feather scratching the old prime minister’s heart, tickling him until he was no longer in the mood to watch the singing and dancing. He hugged the beauty tightly in his arms and fed her with his mouth that was eating grapes, “Is it sweet? A beauty will know when she tastes it.”

The red-robed beauty’s smile became even more vibrant, and the pair of pink jades enchanted the Prime Minister.

Although the Prime Minister was nearly sixty years old, he loved men’s and women’s affairs. He had once had an impressive record of controlling five women overnight. He hugged the plump beauty and went to the bedroom.

“Prime Minister Mo City has sent a letter.”

Just as the Prime Minister was about to engage in a battle with the red-robed beauty, the butler hurried in and reported to the Prime Minister in a low voice.

“You guys go down first.”

When the Prime Minister heard a letter from Mo City, he pushed away the beauty in red and dismissed the dancers, leaving the butler alone.

After everyone had left, the Prime Minister asked the butler in a deep voice,

“What did the letter say?”

The butler quickly opened the letter and read it to the Prime Minister in a low voice,”

“The secret letter asked why our people haven’t arrived yet. The killer had gone missing.”

Prime Minister Wan’s big, fat face, always smiling, suddenly darkened when he heard the housekeeper’s words. He paced back and forth in the room with his hands behind his back. He frowned and narrowed his eyes, his eyeballs moving back and forth in contemplation.

The butler dared not disturb him and stood silently at the side, waiting for the Prime Minister to speak.

Prime Minister Wan walked around the room six times before stopping. He asked the butler in a deep voice,

“How many days has Old Chu and the others been gone?”