My Wife Is A Sword Immortal-Chapter 124 - 109 Zhao Ziyu Reluctantly Agrees
Chapter 124: Chapter 109 Zhao Ziyu Reluctantly Agrees
The next morning.
The east was tinged with red, and everything was waking up.
“Brother Li, good morning.”
Li Shida had arrived early, waiting in front of the mansion doors with his men.
At that moment, Zhao Rong and a still sleepy Su Xiaoxiao stepped out and saw him.
Zhao Rong greeted them with a smile.
“Teacher Lin, Fairy Lan, good morning.”
While Li Shida spoke, his gaze was drawn entirely to the zitan wood box in Zhao Rong’s hands.
“Teacher Lin, is, is that the spiritual medicine?”
“Yes, young master Qin’s life depends entirely on it.”
Zhao Rong passed by Li Shida and the others and walked toward the waiting carriage, casually saying:
“Hmm, it’s called… ‘Six Flavors Rehmannia Pill.'”
“Six Flavors… Rehmannia Pill?”
Li Shida muttered to himself a few times, unfamiliar with the name, but after a brief thought, he assumed it might be the secret ancestral recipe of Chongxu Temple, considering some immortals on the mountain possess sect treasures that are not passed on externally.
The group got into the carriage and headed for the Qin residence.
In the carriage.
Zhao Rong, holding the Chongxu Temple’s secret ‘Six Flavors Rehmannia Pill,’ glanced at the Blackwood Token that Li Shida was holding in his hand.
Zhao Rong raised an eyebrow.
“Brother Li, what is this?”
Li Shida, who was busy using the token to arrange the guards outside the carriage, paused and looked up to meet Zhao Rong’s curious gaze.
A sudden bad premonition crossed Li Shida’s mind.
He licked his lips, “Made from mother-child yin yang wood, this communication token allows unobstructed communication between the holder of the mother token and the child token within a certain range. The one in my hand is the mother token.”
“I see.”
Zhao Rong nodded in realization.
“This mother-child yin yang wood must be quite valuable, isn’t it?”
Li Shida’s smile became somewhat strained, and he hastily replied, “It’s alright, it’s not anything too rare.”
Zhao Rong blinked, “Ah, such a great item.”
Li Shida: “…”
Zhao Rong then sighed, “Just wondering if such a great item will ever come my way again.”
Can’t you come up with a different line for me?
Seeing this all-too-familiar scene.
Li Shida was at a loss for words.
Zhao Rong leaned back, resting against the soft cushion and placing the zitan wood box on his lap, his hands resting on top, rhythmically tapping the lid of the box.
The purple-robed Confucian Scholar smacked his lips.
“Ah, what a great item…”
Li Shida: “…”
Li Shida glanced at the box containing the Chongxu Temple’s ancestral ‘Six Flavors Rehmannia Pill,’ and suddenly smiled, albeit stiffly.
He said earnestly, “Since Teacher Lin likes it, we’ll send a new set to Teacher Lin once we reach the residence.”
Li Shida’s heart was bleeding.
The Qin family in Langxi had only a few of these tokens made from mother-child yin yang wood left.
Although he had been given some authority to mobilize the Qin family’s resources by his teacher, essentially becoming an insider of the Qin residence, obtaining these items now depended solely on him exchanging equally valuable resources.
After all, his action of asking Zhao Rong and another to save someone had not been approved by Qin Jianfu and was done without prior consultation.
Even if they saved Qin Ji later, it would just be making up for the fault, with no one to reimburse him.
Prioritize what’s important! Saving the invalid in bed was the most crucial thing now. According to what Qin Jianfu left behind before he left, he wouldn’t likely make it back today; it all depended on this greedy fellow now.
Li Shida pursed his lips as his chest heaved.
At that moment.
After Li Shida finished speaking.
Zhao Rong’s expression turned somewhat apologetic.
He awkwardly said, “Ah? Let’s not, Brother Li is just too polite. The Spirit Jade you gifted me yesterday already made me feel quite embarrassed, and now a token…”
“Please, Teacher Lin must accept it!”
Li Shida insisted, grinding his teeth, word by word.
Zhao Rong looked reluctantly.
The two then engaged in another round of polite refusals.
However, in the end, Zhao Rong was persuaded by Li Shida’s “emotional appeal and logical reasoning.” Under the great hospitality, he once again “reluctantly” accepted the set of Mother-child Yin Yang Wood tokens.
Yet, he continued to sigh, muttering, “What should I do about this…”
The carriage moved slowly.
It traversed the streets of Liangjing City, heading towards the North.
Suddenly, as they were far away passing the North Gate of Liangjing,
the curtain of the carriage ahead was gently pulled back.
Zhao Rong looked out towards the distant city tower and casually remarked,
“I heard that Young Master Qin was pierced through the brow by a Sixth Grade Martial Artist.”
Inside the carriage.
Li Shida, who had been silent with his eyes closed since persuading Zhao Rong to accept the gift, suddenly opened his eyes and grabbed the token at his waist.
He stared intently at Zhao Rong’s profile, who was looking out the window, fell silent for a moment, then suddenly smiled and said,
“Mr. Lin, from whom did you hear this?”
The incident that day on Vermilion Bird Street was too conspicuous to be concealed, and everyone knew that Qin Ji had been assassinated, but there had been no further news from him. It was speculated he might be recuperating at home.
As for the assassin, the one hanging from the tower at the North Gate of Liangjing City should be him.
However, concerning the specific details about the assassin, apart from a few individuals, no one in Liangjing City knew.
Therefore…
Zhao Rong said in a leisurely tone, “I heard it from my humble wife.”
The hand that was tightly clutching the token gently relaxed.
Li Shida remarked with admiration, “Lady Lan is indeed impressive, to deduce the assassin’s cultivation just by examining the wound.”
Zhao Rong turned back with a smile and pointed out the window.
“So you mean to say, the one hanging is that Sixth Grade Martial Artist assassin?”
There was no longer any need to hide anything, and Li Shida nodded.
“Alas, my wife is knowledgeable in the Daoist Corpse Refining Technique from the Central Continent, but unfortunately, she has always lacked a suitable corpse to practice on…”
The Confucian Scholar in purple robe looked out the window, murmured a few words, and again unconsciously placed his hand on the purple sandalwood box, sighing deeply.
“Alas, such a fine item indeed.”
“……” Li Shida.
On the street.
The convoy, traveling along the main road, suddenly stopped and then changed direction, turning into a side street.
Soon.
The convoy returned along the same side street.
And rejoined the main road.
Only this time,
there was an added black coffin atop one of the carriages.
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Quickly.
The convoy arrived at the Qin residence and slowly halted.
Having once again “reluctantly” accepted a gift, Zhao Rong, satisfied, leapt from the carriage.
“Ah, Brother Li, you are really too kind. My humble wife helping Young Master Qin with his medical treatment is a duty that cannot be shirked. We never thought about asking for anything in return from Brother Li or the Qin family. A doctor’s heart is like that of a parent’s—whether you give gifts or not, my wife will do her utmost. Isn’t that right?”
Li Shida’s eyelids twitched.
He silently watched as Zhao Rong, who was criticizing him for sending gifts on one hand and looking up laughing at the coffin on the car roof with the other.
He did not respond.
“Hmm?”
Zhao Rong turned around, looking at him curiously.
Li Shida immediately forced an awkward smile.
“Mr. Lin is right; that is, there’s no time to delay, let’s hurry and save the person.”
Zhao Rong agreed with a nod.
Then he, holding a box in one hand and leading Su Xiaoxiao with the other, leisurely followed Li Shida up the steps to the entrance of the Qin residence.
Suddenly.
At the end of the steps.
A very familiar boisterous voice called out.
“Mr. Li, please wait, there is something I need to report.”
Zhao Rong stiffened.
