On her wedding night, she went into exile with her pharmacy arsenal

Chapter 2166 Mr. Mo's Wrath

After several rounds of drinks, most of the dishes on the table were gone, and the atmosphere in the courtyard became increasingly lively.

Qi Dongqiang put down her wine glass, looked at Yan Ruyu, and asked bluntly, "Your Highness, you sent a special message to summon me to Rongzhou. There must be something important to discuss. Please speak frankly."

Upon hearing this, Yan Ruyu put down her chopsticks, her expression becoming more composed. She then recounted in detail how the horse farm had been taken over by them and how the military horses were originally intended to be sent to Zhongji.

Finally, she looked at the two of them and said sincerely, "There are still many carefully trained horses in the horse farm that need to be looked after. The prince and I are busy with many affairs and cannot take care of them all. We would like to ask if you would be willing to stay and manage the horse farm?"

"Take care of the horse farm?" Qi Dongqiang's eyes lit up, and she agreed almost without hesitation, "I'm willing!"

Back when I was at home, I learned to ride and train horses with my father, so I have some knowledge of horses. These horses have been carefully trained, and we can't let them go to waste.

An Cizhou was slowly picking up food when he heard this. He paused for a moment, then looked at Qi Dongqiang and saw that her face was full of joy, so he couldn't help but follow suit.

He patted his chest and said, "If Miss Qi is willing, then of course I am too. I'm just an idle person anyway, so it doesn't matter where I stay."

Huo Changhe put down his wine glass, his gaze falling on An Cizhou, and said in a steady tone: "Your task is not just as simple as raising and herding horses."

An Cizhou was taken aback and looked up at him.

“Rongzhou is currently in dire need of reconstruction and the position of prefect is temporarily vacant. Although Su Zhenhai is the city magistrate, he comes from a military background and is ultimately lacking in the affairs of governing the city.”

Huo Changhe said slowly, "You have been well-versed in classical texts since childhood and have also inherited the true teachings of the Grand Secretary. Having served in the Ministry of Revenue for many years, you are well-versed in civil affairs. Your priority is to stay and assist Su Zhenhai in restoring order to Rongzhou as soon as possible and bringing back its former prosperity."

An Cizhou's eyes lit up instantly, his previous weariness vanished, and he sat up straight, patting his chest to assure him: "Your Highness, rest assured!"

I will do my utmost to assist Envoy Su in managing Rongzhou perfectly, and I will never let the Prince and Princess down!

Qi Dongqiang nodded with a smile: "With his help, Envoy Su will surely be able to recover its vitality soon."

Su Zhenhai then realized that the handsome, seemingly frail young man in front of him was actually the son of the former chief minister!

We should stay and help him.

Su Zhenhai quickly stood up to greet him.

"Thank you for your help, Lord An!"

An Cizhou quickly stood up and helped him up: "Envoy Su, there's no need to be so polite. I'm no longer Lord An; I'm just an idle person. Please don't look down on me."

"Not at all, I couldn't be happier."

The flickering candlelight illuminated the faces of the group, and the laughter from the courtyard drifted out on the evening breeze, mingling with the joyful sounds of people in the distant streets and alleys, creating the most moving nocturne in Rongzhou City.

But in a secluded courtyard in Shanghai, a thousand miles away, the scene is completely different.

The night was as dark as ink, completely enveloping the courtyard. Only a dim candlelight shone through the window of the main house, which carried a somewhat eerie atmosphere.

Mr. Mo stood by the window, holding a newly delivered letter sent by carrier pigeon in his hand. The candlelight reflected on his face, but could not illuminate the sinister look in his eyes.

The letter contained only a few lines of writing, yet it clearly explained the events in Rongzhou—Wu Ping'an's identity had been exposed and he had been captured, the horse farm had fallen, the Liu family had been destroyed, and Longyin Island and the water fortress had also been exposed.

Rongzhou had been developed for many years, but it was destroyed in one day.

He knew about it before, but this time it was confirmed.

"Useless! All of you are useless!" Mr. Mo suddenly crumpled the letter into a ball and slammed it to the ground, the raging anger in his chest almost consuming him.

Hearing the commotion, the two henchmen guarding the door hurriedly pushed the door open and came in. Just as they were about to ask a question, they saw Mr. Mo pull out a whip from the wall.

The whip's tip was wrapped with fine iron spikes, which gleamed coldly in the candlelight.

"What use are you! You can't even defend Rongzhou!" Mr. Mo's voice was like ice. He raised his hand and lashed out with his whip. The iron spikes tore through the robe of one of his men, leaving a bloody mark.

The subordinate was in so much pain that his face turned pale, but he dared not flinch. He could only kneel on the ground and beg for mercy, "Sir, spare my life! Spare my life!"

Another subordinate was so frightened that he trembled all over and knelt down with a thud, not daring to raise his head.

Mr. Mo was burning with rage and wouldn't listen to any pleas for mercy.

He gripped the whip and lashed it again and again. The sound of the whip tip striking flesh, mixed with the screams of his men, was particularly eerie in the quiet night.

After an unknown amount of time, Mr. Mo's arm got sore, and he finally stopped.

The two henchmen on the ground were already lifeless, their robes soaked in blood, a truly gruesome sight.

He was panting heavily as he looked at the corpse on the ground, but the anger in his eyes did not diminish in the slightest; instead, it added a touch of ruthlessness.

He kicked the corpse aside, his voice as cold as ice: "Rongzhou... I'll remember this debt!"

The candlelight flickered in the wind, casting his shadow on the wall, twisted and ferocious, like a lurking beast waiting for its chance to bare its fangs.

"Pass down the order: make a move in Youcheng."

……

Huo Changxu came to the academy today to deliver paper. His paper is of good quality and reasonably priced. He is also knowledgeable, respectful to his teachers, and polite. Everyone at the academy likes him very much.

Several teachers, in particular, wanted to take him on as a student, but he said he had more important things to do.

Huo Changxu is now incredibly open-minded. He believes that to achieve great things, one doesn't necessarily have to be in the imperial court; the same applies to ordinary people.

After delivering the paper, I went to visit a few friends, as usual.

The group was delighted to see him and chatted with him about everything under the sun.

"Changxu, have you heard any interesting stories lately?"

After saying that, Huo Changxu did not return, and the person who asked the question yawned.

Huo Changxu didn't take it to heart: "Yes, it's being printed as a book, and you can read it in a few days."

The group yawned again: "That's wonderful."

“We all love reading your storybooks, not just for their novelty and nonsense, but also because they contain many interesting lessons.”

Huo Changxu nodded with a smile: "Of course."

As they spoke, the group yawned again.

Huo Changxu asked curiously, "What's wrong? Have you been so busy with schoolwork lately? Why are you so sleepy?"

"That's right, there are exams coming up again soon, and as you know, the teacher is very strict."

"If you don't do well on the test, you'll get a beating."

The group looked distressed and then yawned in unison.

Huo Changxu shook his head and smiled slightly, taking out a little incense: "Keep this for you to use, to refresh yourselves. It's a hot commodity in my family's spice shop, and it sells very well."

Now Huo Changxu also openly promotes the goods from his other shops, such as spices, pastries, and fabrics—anything he can carry with him.

The group took the incense, opened it, and took a sniff.