Farmer's Wife Has Magic Skills

Chapter 914: Assassination Succeeded
Editor: Henyee Translations

Hong Feiyun was seething, his rage directed at Zeng Huo, who remained silent and bowed his head in submission.

Hong Feiyun’s tone softened somewhat, acknowledging the recent losses, “We’ve lost a lot of people lately, and I don’t have anyone to assign to you right now. Figure something out yourself. If you manage to kill this mysterious person, I will personally reward you.”

Zeng Huo, playing along, responded dutifully, “Thank you, Master. I’ll do my best.”

“You may leave,” Hong Feiyun said, massaging his temples due to the headache he was enduring.

“Yes.” Zeng Huo glanced at Hong Feiyun before exiting the room.

Hong Feiyu then entered, leaning against the doorframe with folded arms, her tone mocking, “A single mysterious figure has you so flustered, sister. It really does make you seem incompetent.”

Hong Feiyun’s face darkened, “If you’re so capable, why don’t you go and kill this person yourself?”

Hong Feiyu laughed lightly, her response calm and measured, “Sister, there’s no need to provoke me. I prefer to act within my capabilities and not take on tasks beyond my reach. This matter is yours to handle.”

Hong Feiyun’s gaze turned sharp, “Get out. I don’t want to see you.”

“Oh, sister, you’re losing your composure more and more. It truly worries me as your younger sister,” Hong Feiyu said sarcastically, turning and leaving with a sigh.

Hong Feiyun, her face contorted with rage, slammed her hand down on the table, splitting it, “They all deserve to die!”

Moments later, a middle-aged man cloaked in a cape entered, “Now that the three major warehouses are destroyed, how do you plan to explain this?”

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Hong Feiyun, instantly switching to a respectful demeanor, greeted him, “I have seen the Left Emissary.”

The Left Emissary, taking in the chaotic scene without entering the room, stood at the doorway, “The Master sent me to tell you that if you can find the person who destroyed our divine ointments and recruit him into our organization, you can redeem yourself.”

Hong Feiyun’s expression brightened, “Yes, Left Emissary.”

After the Left Emissary departed, Hong Feiyun took a deep breath and called, “Someone come.”

Two trusted subordinates entered, “Deploy all resources to find this ‘mysterious person.’ Inform me immediately upon locating them.”

“Yes, Master.”

At the military camp, in the main tent, Dong Dengyu was once again seeking General Tang Jinghong, “General Tang, with Chu Qingzhi dead, who else can save Chen’an Country?”

Tang Jinghong leaned back in his chair, “Can’t you go back and contribute yourself?”

Dong Dengyu slammed his hands on the table, “If I had that kind of ability, would I still be here in your camp?”

He wasn’t planning to go back alone. Tang Jinghong’s destination was Liang City. They would investigate the situation there before returning to Dongchen Country. For now, his own safety was paramount.

Tang Jinghong retorted, “Since you know this is my military camp, shouldn’t you be following the rules here?”

Dong Dengyu responded, “Tang Jinghong, I am a prince. I show you respect, but don’t push your luck!”

“Such a powerful prince, why come to a nobody like me?” Tang Jinghong looked down, continuing with his paperwork, no longer wanting to engage with a fool.

Just as Dong Dengyu was about to speak, a cry rang out, “Fire, there’s a fire!”

“Quick, put out the fire! It’s burning!”

The camp was suddenly chaotic, filled with noise.

Tang Jinghong’s expression darkened as he stood and moved outside, followed by Dong Dengyu. Once outside, Tang Jinghong whispered instructions to a guard, then headed towards the site of the blaze.

Qi Kaiming rushed to Tang Jinghong, “General, the medical supplies have burned.”

Tang Jinghong’s expression sank further, “Save what you can, as much as you can.”

“Yes, General.”

Two tents were engulfed in flames, and soldiers rushed to bring water and basins to fight the fire. Despite the apparent chaos, there was a sense of order.

Chu Qingning approached, “Brother Jinghong, there are traces of sedatives burned, and the smell of fuel oil. It was deliberate.”

Tang Jinghong, watching the flames, his eyes reflecting the leaping fire, looked particularly menacing, “It seems the enemy has planned this carefully.”

“What do we do now?” Chu Qingning asked, worried, as it seemed unlikely the medical supplies could be saved, and they were critically low already.

Tang Jinghong responded, “Focus on putting out the fire first.”

Shortly after, a guard hurried towards Tang Jinghong, “General, the intruder has been caught.”

Tang Jinghong quickly turned and headed back to the tent, where he caught the infiltrator red-handed, “What were you looking for? Let me get it for you.”

The person, caught off guard by Tang Jinghong’s presence, stiffened, “General, I… I was just cleaning up.”

Tang Jinghong’s eyes narrowed, “This isn’t the time for cleaning, is it?”

The soldier turned slowly, kneeling before Tang Jinghong, fearfully stating, “Please see the truth, General. I was only trying to help clear up some matters, nothing more.”

As he spoke, he drew a dagger from his boot and swung it in a swift motion.

Tang Jinghong stepped back, simultaneously lifting his leg to kick the dagger from the soldier’s hand, then quickly steadied himself and struck back with a palm to the soldier’s chest.

The soldier, clearly skilled, leaned back to dodge the attack and drew a flexible sword from his waist, striking at Tang Jinghong again.

Tang Jinghong vaulted over to a desk, grabbed his own sword, and defended against the soldier’s blade.

“Clang!”

Their weapons collided, emitting a sharp sound. The shock of the impact caused the soldier’s hands to bleed.

Qi Kaiming led a group of soldiers rushing in, “Protect the General!”

“Stand back!” Tang Jinghong shouted, having not exercised his martial skills in a while, he saw this as an opportunity to stretch his muscles.

Their swords clashed again, and this time the soldier’s weapon was knocked away, his arm going numb below the elbow.

Tang Jinghong kicked the soldier aside, “Tie him up, gag him, and say that the assassination was successful.”

“Yes, General!” Qi Kaiming motioned to the soldiers who swiftly tied up the assassin, stuffed a gag in his mouth, and took him away.

Outside, Qi Kaiming instructed the guards, “Quickly fetch the military doctor, the General has been stabbed in the chest, his life hangs by a thread, we need the doctor immediately.”

He intentionally spoke loudly enough for others to hear, creating a believable facade of urgency.

Unbeknownst to them, the news of Tang Jinghong’s ‘successful assassination’ would stir further turmoil.

The arriving military doctor, Fang Ze Rong, looked visibly worried, “General, let me check, Miss Qingzhi had just patched you up, how could you get injured again?”

He instantly noticed Tang Jinghong was unhurt, his words purely performative.

“General, your injuries are severe, I fear I cannot manage alone, I will call for more medical help.”

Tang Jinghong weakly nodded, “Alright.”

Fang Ze Rong stepped outside and, with an anxious expression, declared, “We need more doctors here, the General’s injuries are too grave for me to handle alone.”

As he spoke, two soldiers carrying a basin filled with bloodied water emerged from the tent, amplifying the credibility of the scene.