A Western Doctor’s Happy Farming Life[1] 196

Song Qinghan got tense after he was informed by the Grand Coordinator about that. Yet it seemed that things went weird beyond what he could imagine, so he asked subconsciously, “So what’s your plan to lure him out?”

The Grand Coordinator took a glance at both of them, and then answered in a serious tone, “No one will attack the other party without reasons, especially when it comes to a hatred getting a whole family involved. So what I mean is that… You must get something he is eager for.”

“Anyway, it’s your right to keep silence about it. It falls to me to let the news out, and we will wait and see after that, and at the same time we can get everything ready only to catch him. I will never worry that he won’t come.” he slowed down speaking as he noticed that there was a trace of guard shown in Song Qinghan’s eyes.

Indeed, such a measure was a perfect one for the Grand Coordinator. But for Song Qinghan, probably it was not.

What if Muhammad chose not to show up anymore if he finally succeeded ‘recusing’ the mixed-race man and went away? At that time even the Grand Coordinator didn’t let out the news about what they got, he definitely would take the initiative to claim that they had the triplets within this mansion. If this really happened, Song Qinghan’s family wouldn’t be the only to get involved with such a trouble… The whole Grand Coordinator’s Mansion would be troubled as well!

But currently Song Qinghan couldn’t be able to conceive of another way to reject. After all, the idea that the Grand Coordinator thought of should be the best solution right away.

Wu Dahu finally realized that Song Qinghan was in a dilemma. He pondered for a moment and then turned to the Grand Coordinator, “Lord, is it feasible for us to bring Lu Sen back temporarily for like half a day? After the time’s up, we will start arranging the plan according to your suggestion?”

The Grand Coordinator raised his hand and put it around his mouth, while answering with his eyes sharpened, “I would allow that. But I require to arrange some guards outside your house, as for the quantity of that, I will decide it.”

Song Qinghan and Wu Dahu exchanged their glances, they both thought that it wasn’t easy for them to have made such a request which was totally enough. So they did not make further requests but came to agree.

After reaching an agreement with them, the Grand Coordinator took the initiative to send the four people to the door. But there was a noisy sound burst outside of the mansion before they reached the gate.

He coughed violently, and then frowned, questioning, “What’s going on out there? What a shame for them not being with politeness keeping quiet!”

The door servant trotted over and reported in resignation, “There comes a femina man who claims to be a concubine in Lord Wu’s family, he roared to us wanting to get in here. But from what I have known so far that Lord Wu only gets a wedded husband, namely Childe Song. So I am afraid that he comes here for creating a disturbance, and I blocked him outside. Please forgive me that I might have disturbed you by that noise.”

Song Qinghan uttered before Wu Dahu reacted, “Lianyue?”

And after Song Qinghan questioned so, Lianyue’s appearance emerged outside abruptly coming with a surprising voice.

“Mistress! Lord Wu!”

Embarrassment overwhelmed the door guard suddenly as he found that the femina man was really familiar to them, he scratched himself on the head, and asked, “Lord, Lord Wu, I beg for your forgiveness, I, I did not know it…”

Ever since the first day when the Imperial Guard team reached the Yueban City, Wu Dahu was well-known overnight with his image of being a ‘Loyal Husband’ among the officialdoms. Who would ever expect that there was a femina man with a round belly emerged from nowhere over the other night?

Wu Dahu frowned and asked in a low voice, “Why are you here?”

Lianyue raised his head to take a glance at Wu Dahu timidly. But just at the moment he caught a glimpse of the Grand Coordinator who stood right behind Wu Dahu, he stood there in stiffness as if he was struck by a lightning suddenly, with his mouth open slightly but no word was sounded from his tongue.

Song Qinghan raised his eyebrows. It was in fact beyond his expectation when he was eyeing such a scene currently. But at the thought of the fact that Lianyue showed a hyper-care to every updating situation of the Grand Coordinator, he believed that this scene was meant to happen.

Only one thing still remained confusing… What’s the real relationship between them?

The Grand Coordinator seemed to have caught the sight of Lianyue as well, he frowned tight the next moment, seemingly being a bit furious.

But since he was a completely well-educated man, he wouldn’t naturally say something bad to Lianyue, but instead he turned to Wu Dahu and said, “Lord Wu, the matter allows no delay. Since you have made up your mind, then you should take the action as promptly as you can. My guards have already waited outside now.”

Wu Dahu nodded and glanced at Lianyue and then uttered, “Let’s go, it’s time for leaving.”

Lianyue’s body jerked suddenly, as if he had come back to his sense, and then he lowered his head and followed Song Qinghan in behind, seemingly thinking of something in his mind.

Song Qinghan would never bother to ask since Lianyue chose to keep his silence over it. He nodded to Wu Dahu, and then walked out the Grand Coordinator’s Mansion.

Although the guards were all disguised as a group of folks in plain clothings and did not followed them directly aside or behind. Yet it would still be a bit apparent for those who got sharp eyes to distinguish the guards from the ordinary ones through their well-trained temperament.

However, they did not intend to hide it up to Muhammad anyway. If this matter was indeed one of his schemes, he must be hiding somewhere in the bush observing them right now and watching for the proper moment for action.

After they finally got home, it could be clearly heard that several strange noises sounded from the mixed-race man’s room, and it seemed to be the ones made intentionally.

Song Qinghan glanced at Wu Dahu, motioning him to get the other people away. And after that, he walked towards the mixed-race man’s room alone, and knocked on the door gently.

The door was opened very quickly from the inside. Yet to Song Qinghan’s surprise, no one could be seen in sight at the moment the door was open.

Since he was completely mentally prepared before he decided to knock on the door alone, nothing, not even a trace of shock could be found on his face when he finally caught the sight of Muhammad who was putting up with a fierce-looking face. He even delivered Muhammad a bright smile and came to greet.

“Good afternoon to you, my friend. You’re finally ready to talk with me face-to-face, right?”

Seeing that Song Qinghan ignoring him and walking to the bed where the mixed-race man lay, Muhammad frowned, “The triplets are in your house, where did you get them to?”

This was indeed a surprising news for the mixed-race man either. After all, he always thought that the triplets was living in the other room not that far from this one, and he could also hear some noise made by the triplets occasionally.

Song Qinghan chuckled. Instead of blaming Muhammad for trespassing the residence and searching around without permission, he chuckled and said, “Probably you missed somewhere within the house? Should I give you some more time to have a further search?”

What he asked seemed to be with a bit mocking sense, and that totally irritated Muhammad. ‘Clicking’, Muhammad got his hand loosened with several pieces of a cracked cup fell onto the ground, and then he said menacingly, “Tell me the truth, or you and your family will be all like this.”

However, such a threat was nothing more than an ear-blown wind to Song Qinghan. After finishing checking the wound of the mixed-race man, he came to answer leisurely, “You have already made up your mind to render all of us dead before that, so what else do you want me to tell you?”

Just at the moment Muhammad was about to say something, Song Qinghan added, “Do you know how many people out there ready to capture you? If they fail to catch you, the triplets will be used as a bait to get you trapped. Are you really conscious of how many attention will fix on you?”

Noticing that an extremely cold light was flashing in the eyes of Song Qinghan, Muhammad answered subconsciously, “As long as you hand the triplets over to me, nothing is going to happen.”

Song Qinghan sneered and raised his eyebrows, “Do you really think that I am a fool? Or should it be that you did not think about it in a second thought? If I really hand the triplets over to you, yes, of course nothing is going to happen by your side. But how am I supposed to accomplish the mission the Grand Coordinator ordered me to?”