In Love With My Fierce Farming Wife!
Chapter 1348: There Really is a Problem

Chapter 1348: Chapter 1348: There Really is a Problem

Mrs. Ning was silent for a moment, but she still crossed the threshold and stepped into the small courtyard.

Every plant and tree in the courtyard had been personally arranged by Mrs. Ning these days; she was naturally familiar with them.

Following the flowerbed, she entered the house inside. Perhaps because Venerable Priest Liao Chen had moved in, the courtyard now contained some Daoist items—portraits, incense burners, Pu Tuan, all neatly arranged.

Mrs. Ning slowly moved forward, not waiting for Liao Chen to invite her, she took the initiative to light three incense sticks, respectfully bowed three times in front of the portrait, then stood up and placed the three incense sticks into the incense burner before slowly turning to face him.

From beginning to end, Venerable Priest Liao Chen watched silently as Mrs. Ning carried out her series of actions, without speaking. A mysterious glint flickered in his dead, glazed eyes, as though he was contemplating something.

It was only when Mrs. Ning turned her head to look at him that he averted his gaze.

He stepped into the house, "Ning... Little Junior Sister, please sit."

He gestured to her and then seated himself on the Pu Tuan opposite her.

As their eyes met, Mrs. Ning seemed somewhat awkward.

Perhaps noticing her discomfort, Liao Chen half-frowned, reciting the Tao Te Ching without looking at her.

Mrs. Ning silently watched him for a long time before finally sighing, "Sixth Senior Brother, these years... they must have been tough for you! And for... the other brothers."

"Did Little Junior Sister come all this way just to say these words?" Venerable Priest Liao Chen did not even open his eyes.

"No!"

Mrs. Ning bit her lip, hesitating about how to begin.

Finally, she steeled herself, "I, I wanted to ask you, to ask you..."

"Did Little Junior Sister want to ask why Poor Daoist’s flesh has turned into what it is today?"

Venerable Priest Liao Chen interrupted her, intoning gravely, "Immeasurable Longevity Lord! It’s just that many years ago, during practice, I deviated and ended up in this ghastly state; it’s really nothing significant. For someone like Poor Daoist who has renounced worldly ties, a mere leather pouch means nothing at all. Immeasurable Longevity Lord!"

"But, back then..."

Mrs. Ning clearly did not believe him and was going to argue, but Venerable Priest Liao Chen cut her off.

"Mrs. Ning!"

He suddenly changed how he addressed her, "Is this the reason for Mrs. Ning’s visit? Does Lord Ning know you’re here?"

This reminder changed Mrs. Ning’s expression. Recalling that she had left under the pretext of changing clothes but had come here instead, her complexion shifted, and she immediately rose and walked towards the door.

But just a few steps out, she turned back, "Sixth Senior Brother, if, if there really were a medicine for regret in this world, I would definitely prevent history from repeating itself. We, as brother and sister, would surely be well and alive. There wouldn’t be the catastrophe of those years, nor would it have led you to..."

"Mrs. Ning!"

Venerable Priest Liao Chen interrupted her again, his tone devoid of emotion, "It’s all in the past now!"

With one sentence, he cut off Mrs. Ning’s unfinished words.

She opened her mouth a few times, ultimately settling into silence, not saying a word, and left with frequent backward glances.

It wasn’t until Mrs. Ning’s figure had completely disappeared from view that he lowered his eyes again and continued to recite scriptures. Listening closely, however, one could discern a subtle difference.

"I stand unmoved from all directions, my heart as solid as a rock, unbreakable! I stand unmoved from all directions, my heart as solid as a rock, unbreakable..."

Mrs. Ning, weighed down by her thoughts, returned to the rear courtyard, and unexpectedly, when she pushed open the door, she saw Lord Ning sitting upright in a chair, his sharp eyes unwaveringly staring at her.

"Ah!"

Mrs. Ning, startled, dropped the lantern she was holding, continuously patting her chest, "Family head is also here. Why not light the candle? You almost scared me to death."

As she spoke, she picked up the lantern again and lit it with the sparks retainer.

The candlelight illuminated the surroundings, adding light, and Mrs. Ning’s pounding heart gradually calmed down as she turned around to look at him.

Lord Ning diverted his gaze, now looking at Mrs. Ning’s hands.

"Madam, where were you just now?"

Mrs. Ning’s body shivered slightly but she regained calm in the blink of an eye.

"Just now, I went outside for a walk and also checked if Sixth Senior Brother needed anything, hence my late return. What’s the matter?"

Her face was calm, seemingly still a bit perplexed, making Lord Ning, despite having more questions to ask, unable to voice them out.

Instead, he softened his tone, "Nothing. I mean, it’s already late, whatever it is can be dealt with tomorrow. You should rest early! I’ll go to the study and read a bit more before I sleep." Having said this, he got up and walked out.

Mrs. Ning hurriedly got up and followed him, sending Lord Ning out the door. Watching his imposing figure, she sighed and then silently sank into her thoughts again.

Lord Ning left the house, turned around, and slowly clenched his hands into fists, creaking continuously.

"Lord! There’s news from that side!"

While he was internally conflicted, a guard quickly approached him reporting, "News says that Empress and Old Cheng have already clashed."

"Oh? So soon!"

Lord Ning was visibly startled, glanced back at the closed door briefly, and waved his hand, "Come on! Let’s go to the study to discuss this in detail."

By the time Lord Ning received the news that Su Pan’er and Old Cheng’s people had clashed, the battle on Su Pan’er’s end was nearing its conclusion.

In the blazing fire, the two parties encountered each other in front of a pot of boiling oil.

"Don’t come any closer! Otherwise, the sword in my hand will chop off his head!"

Old Cheng, with a long sword at Su Ke’s neck, sneered, "Empress, I know you are skilled in martial arts and adept in medicine. But you can try and see if you are faster than this old man! As for your medicine... try and see if, after I chop his head off and toss it into the oil pot to boil for a while, you can still reattach it!"

"Stop! Old Cheng, don’t be rash! We have something to talk about."

Su Pan’er quickly raised her hands, showing she meant no harm, "Old Cheng, you probably know I have many people on my hands. They are all here, and won’t make any moves. Just speak whatever you want to negotiate. I promise anything within my ability, I will do it for you! Trust me!"

Her words triggered the suspended Su Ke to struggle furiously.

"Sister, fourth sister! Don’t beg him. This old man is insane, he has gone mad! Fourth sister, run! Run!"

"Shut up!"

Old Cheng kicked Su Ke at the side, darkly reprimanding him, "Considering that you have been calling me Old Cheng for so many years, I actually thought of sparing your despicable life. But you deliberately sought your own death, so don’t blame me for being merciless!"

With that, he kicked again.

"Don’t!—Stop right there!"

Su Pan’er was furious now, Old Cheng really was problematic!

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