She Holds the World After Being Reborn-Chapter 388 - 387: Just a Little Bit, and You’ll Die

The weather was getting hotter, and Yan Wanqing sat on the bamboo platform set up outside the inn.

In the distance, the setting sun cast a slanting glow; she lay comfortably on an Imperial Consort’s chair while Cong Ge fanned her. This was the most comfortable moment of the day, as the soldiers surrounded the inn.

The inn was located amidst a bamboo forest, a lavish scene that did not attract much attention.

Yan Wanqing nibbled on grapes carelessly, squinting her peach blossom eyes at the koi pond in the yard.

The koi in the pond were plump and healthy, and the water was clear to the bottom, showing that the innkeeper had put some effort into its care.

"Guest, what would you like for dinner?" The innkeeper was a slim young man, currently dressed in blue, standing on the other side of the Koi Pond.

Yan Wanqing hooked her lips, smiling and nodding at him, "Anything but spicy or fishy."

Anyway, whatever she ate would come back up, so it didn’t matter what it was.

The innkeeper went down to instruct the kitchen to prepare dinner.

Cong Ge put down the fan and gently massaged Yan Wanqing’s shoulders, then whispered in her ear, "The Crown Prince has already set off with the fifth daughter, and they must be ten miles out by now."

Yan Wanqing nodded, her eyes showing no emotion.

She was a military genius who had studied tactics thoroughly, naturally knowing the element of surprise was critical.

She had visited the Divine Church of Light before; it was easy to defend but hard to attack, and one had to cross a very long chain bridge. If the soldiers were cut off from the bridge while crossing, the consequences would be unimaginable.

That’s why she had Xiao Pingfeng and her sister Hongzhao go ahead first.

They must ensure the road to the mountain top was absolutely safe.

She did not want to waste a single soldier on these so-called obstacles.

So, she came up with the plan for her and the main troops to proceed slowly to mislead Song Huaxu’s eyes.

In the distance, the people from the Stormy Building led by Hong Wu followed, and also, the Eighteen Layers of Hell silently trailed behind, all to completely annihilate the Divine Church of Light. She almost mobilized all her power, insisting on leaving nothing to chance.

Xiaoliu had also gone out to gather doctors from the nearby Tongren Hall since countless injuries and deaths were expected if a battle commenced; thus, having doctors was essential.

This was Xiaoliu’s idea, and Yan Wanqing found it very sensible, so she let her proceed.

A battle with Song Huaxu was imminent!

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Inside the kitchen, the cooking nanny instructed the fire tender, who held a packet of powder, now pouring it into the soup and dishes.

There were three or four empty oil paper wraps beside the helper’s hand.

The helper hastily stirred the dishes with chopsticks to mix in the powder while the cooking nanny picked up a ladle to stir in the pot.

"Is it ready?" The innkeeper walked in with an abacus, his eyes gleaming with shrewdness.

He had thought his inn, located in the wild, wouldn’t make much money, but to his surprise, such distinguished guests arrived within days, not only flamboyantly but also spending generously.

They provided him with ample funds to hire the cooking nanny and the helpers in the inn.

These two were just recently hired, inexpensive and fairly skilled.

The cooking nanny scooped some broth with the ladle, then poured it into a soup bowl.

"It’s ready, boss, you can serve it now." The cooking nanny and the helper arranged the plates on the tray, then patted the helper’s shoulder: "Young man, go with the boss; everyone must be starving."

"Wait." The boss suddenly spoke.

The cooking nanny and the helper stiffened, cold sweat slowly forming on their foreheads.

They exchanged glances.

Could they have been discovered?

The helper couldn’t help swallowing nervously, "What is it, boss?"

If they were really discovered, they’d have to follow through decisively and kill the boss.

They were disciples of the Divine Church of Light, sent by the Sect Hierarch’s orders to specifically come and kill Yan Wanqing.

If this mission were not completed, they wouldn’t survive either.

Thus, anyone who stood in their way had to die.

A vicious light flashed in the cook’s eyes as her hand slowly reached for the kitchen knife on the chopping board behind her.

The manager’s brow furrowed deeply as he took three steps in quick succession, walking towards the worker and then squatting by his shoulder on the floor.

"Is this how you treat food?"

The dishes were all home-style cooking. Located in a remote area, the land was also barren. These vegetables had been bought by the manager himself early that morning.

They were extremely precious.

Thus, when he saw the leaves of green vegetables plucked and thrown on the ground in the corner, the manager’s heart ached as he picked them up, "Do you two not realize how hard it is to come by these greens here? It’s not an exaggeration to say they are worth their weight in gold. If it weren’t for that lady, who is pregnant and needed to eat vegetarian, I wouldn’t have spared any expense to buy these. The leaves of the vegetables were all green and lush, and you just plucked them away?"

The more he spoke, the angrier he became, as if it was not vegetable leaves on the ground but his own life.

The cook’s hand slowly placed the kitchen knife back on the chopping board, then sheepishly came forward, rubbing her hands, "Boss, I’m from the countryside. These greens and such aren’t worth much where I come from. I just thought since the guest has such a prestigious status, he must be accustomed to exotic delicacies, so I only picked the best parts of the vegetables. I didn’t realize they were so precious here, even more expensive than meat."

The manager sighed deeply, "Alright, alright. I know you didn’t do it on purpose. We’ll let it go this time, but please remember next time. Don’t throw away these vegetable leaves; pick them up, wash them. We can boil them into soup tonight, for me to drink!"

After finishing speaking, he stood up and said to the workers, "Go call a few more people. It’s time to serve the dishes; don’t keep the lady waiting."

Saying this, he walked out first.

The moment he crossed the threshold, the worker and the cook let out a sigh of relief.

"That was close. I thought we were discovered," the worker said, wiping the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve.

The kitchen was already hot from the cooking, and after the manager’s scare, he was soaked through, his clothes stained with dark sweat marks on his back.

A sinister gleam flashed in the cook’s eyes, "Be clever when serving the dishes. The dishes and soup all contain deadly poison. Just a little bit is enough to kill anyone."

The worker seemed worried, "If this mission is so important, why did the Sect Hierarch only send the two of us?"

A flicker of unnaturality crossed the cook’s eyes. freёweɓnovel.com

This mission was actually given to her by Miss Song Ning, who held the Sect Hierarch’s token.

Miss Song Ning had promised her that, should the mission succeed, her daughter would be moved closer to work alongside the Sect Hierarch.

So regardless of the mission’s authenticity, the cook was willing to risk it for her daughter.

"Enough talk. Get on with the mission!" the cook pushed the worker, motioning for the waitstaff outside to bring the plates over.

Soon, the dishes were placed in front of Yan Wanqing.

"Miss, the dishes are served."

A table filled with simple but enticingly prepared dishes, yet Yan Wanqing had no appetite at all.

The smell of the oil even made her feel nauseous.

Struggling to suppress the discomfort, Yan Wanqing’s complexion grew even paler.

"Let’s wait a bit longer; I have no appetite right now."

Cong Ge thought it made sense, given the hot weather, the dishes could certainly wait.

"Lady, these dishes are best eaten hot out of the wok. Please try some while they’re warm," the worker hurriedly said, upon hearing Yan Wanqing didn’t want to eat.

Yan Wanqing gave him a glance, a hint of an indecipherable shine in her eyes.

Cong Ge, hearing this, slowly served a bit of each dish in an empty bowl, then placed it in front of him.

"Our lady likes to have the dishes taste-tested before she eats. You seem quite honest. Try it and there will be a good reward afterward!"

The worker’s hands were filled with a bowl and chopsticks, and looking at the bowl of food, his dark face revealed a trace of astonishment, "What?"

"You’re to taste the food, then you’ll be rewarded," Cong Ge said with a smile, "This is a good job. Others might not even have the chance for such."