The Fierce Farm Girl Has A Secret Space Chapter 2367: Wait for Good News (5)

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Previously on The Fierce Farm Girl Has A Secret Space...
Nian Qianqian proposed using Xinxin's nearby granaries stocked with flour and ingredients to make dumplings for the soldiers, but Zhang Changyang and Gu Qingheng warned against it to avoid accusations of hoarding or plotting. They decided to purchase grain locally to supplement the military stipend instead. The military supplies officer reported the stipend had not arrived by the 28th, fueling suspicions of court interference, as Gu Qingheng vowed to find a solution amid the elders' bickering.

Suddenly, Xiaohei shot up into the air, shrinking into a tiny black speck. Yang Ruxin could finally exhale deeply only after that speck vanished completely. She hoped the Eighth Prince and the Crown Prince wouldn’t fail at their task.

"Madam, did something occur?" Chai Qin rushed in upon hearing the noise.

Yang Ruxin gave a nod: "A war rages in the south, yet the Imperial Court’s military pay for this month remains undelivered. If mishandled, it might spark disorder."

"What can we do?" Chai Qin asked with worry, "We’re stuck here—how much help could we really provide?"

"Who claims we’re helpless?" A sharp gleam flickered in Yang Ruxin’s gaze. The Shen Family clearly hadn’t learned from the last warning. Time to make it harsher, she mused, before spinning around to depart.

Chai Qin quickly snatched a cloak and threw it over Yang Ruxin’s shoulders, trailing her to the backyard pharmacy.

After searching the shelves extensively, Yang Ruxin located a box at last. It held two dark pills. She signaled to Chai Qin, "You’re familiar with the Shen Family in town, aren’t you? Never mind, your Qinggong isn’t up to Yang Xiong’s level—go fetch him instead."

"Madam, my Qinggong may not match Yang Xiong’s, but it’s still elite in the martial world. Sneaking in to pilfer or assassinate at the Shen Family poses no issue," Chai Qin stamped her foot, "Trust me on this."

Yang Ruxin blinked: "You’re certain?"

"Absolutely." Chai Qin nodded firmly, "Just tell me what to do. I’ll handle it flawlessly. Otherwise, I don’t deserve to stay by your side, do I?"

"Fine then." Yang Ruxin agreed with a nod, passing the box over, "These are unique incense pills, crafted on a whim by that old man Dao Xuzi. They’re untested so far. Your mission: slip them secretly into the incense burners of the Shen Family’s old master and madam, and then..." She went on to detail the rest.

Chai Qin’s eyes sparkled more with each word, until she nodded enthusiastically at the end, "Madam, await my triumphant return."

Yang Ruxin dismissed her with a wave, "Watch their reactions closely once the drug takes effect. Here, take this too." She offered a pill, "Swallow this antidote beforehand—in case it spares them but drops you."

"No way that happens! Madam, you’re doubting my skills. I’m heading out." Chai Qin pocketed the pill and dashed off.

"Chai Qin, I swear I heard Madam summon me earlier." She bumped into Yang Xiong right at the doorway.

"How could you catch that from such a distance?" Chai Qin shot Yang Xiong a glare, "You misheard."

"Did I?" Yang Xiong rubbed his head, "Is Madam in there?"

"Yes, you did. Now return to your patrol." Chai Qin tugged at Yang Xiong, "Madam’s busy and doesn’t require you."

"Patrol isn’t my duty today," Yang Xiong furrowed his brow.

Chai Qin rolled her eyes again, "Not on duty? Then head back for more rest."

"I..."

"Move it." Chai Qin shooed him away, "Go rest." She plainly wouldn’t budge until he left.

"Okay." Yang Xiong departed, utterly baffled.

With that, Chai Qin sighed in relief and then leaped away using Qinggong.

Yang Ruxin observed from afar, a mix of amusement and frustration on her face, yet she held her tongue and went straight back to her chamber. Though morning lingered, sleep eluded her. She pulled out the Daxuan map she’d obtained from the Eighth Prince. Back then, such a "yutu" was exceedingly rare and valuable.