Marry another wife, the mistress of the marquisate will not serve you anymore

The night enveloped the entire Shangjing City. The bleak moonlight poured down on the bluestone pavement, creating a gloomy atmosphere.

In this quiet night, everything has fallen asleep.

A dark shadow crept up to the door of the Imperial Pharmacy of Jishidiang, easily pried open the bronze lock, and pushed the door open.

Pan Zhengquan was originally a young boy in Jishidiang. He lost both his parents when he was young and was a miserable man. Fortunately, he was taken in by Jishidiang and got a job, but his meager income was not enough for him to marry.

As his ambition grew, Pan Zhengquan thought of an extreme way. He joined Shou'an Tang and became its insider, reporting every move in Jishidi Tang to Shou'an Tang truthfully, thereby making a huge amount of ill-gotten gains.

This time, he wanted to gain more benefits, so he volunteered to set fire to the imperial medicine storehouse of Jishidiang.

This would completely cut off Jishidiang's retreat and destroy its reputation and brand. He would then be able to receive a generous reward and even have the opportunity to become the shopkeeper.

This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for him and he will never let it go easily.

Pan Zhengquan was already familiar with this place. Taking advantage of the night, he smelled the strong scent of herbs in the imperial medicine storehouse and groped his way forward cautiously.

When he came to the shelf where the medicinal herbs were stored, he looked at the piles of medicinal herbs in front of him and a grim smile appeared on his face:

"Ji Shi Tang, you guys forced me to do this.

Who told you to only provide free medical treatment to patients in poor conditions all these years and not give me a pay raise?

I have been single for almost 20 years, and this is all your fault."

After saying that, he took out a fire starter from his sleeve, which instantly ignited sporadic flames and illuminated the medicinal materials in front of him.

Pan Zhengquan felt no guilt at all. When he was holding up the fire stick and preparing to light the herbs, he suddenly heard a cry:

"stop!"

Pan Zhengquan was startled, and then a small stone flew from behind him, instantly extinguishing the flame, and the fire starter fell to the ground.

He looked back in horror, only to see five shadowy figures walking out of the darkness, blocking his way.

"W-Who are you?"

Song Wanyin looked at Pan Zhengquan, already prepared, and said coldly:

"Pan Zhengquan, why are you doing this?"

Pan Zhengquan recognized the boss's voice and was shocked. He said guiltily:

"I just came here to inspect as usual. I didn't know you were coming. I hope you will forgive me for not welcoming you."

As he spoke, he quickly glanced around, intending to take advantage of the night to break through the obstacles and escape.

Song Wanyin exposed his lie and said:

"Are you still talking nonsense? You can't escape today.

I advise you to be lenient if you confess and be strict if you resist."

Seeing that the truth had been revealed, Pan Zhengquan tore off his disguise and said with a grim smile:

"All this is what you deserve. In order to build up the reputation and brand of Jishitang, you would rather provide free medical treatment to poor patients than raise the wages of a poor person like me!"

Song Wanyin found his excuse ridiculous and asked back:

“You should be very clear about the rules of Jishitang.

All the shop assistants were hard-working, diligent and down-to-earth and gradually became the shopkeepers.

Your wages are all equal income based on your efforts.

As for why your salary doesn’t increase every year, have you ever asked yourself, have you tried hard? "

Pan Zhengquan was not willing to listen to her nonsense. He pushed the shelf in front of him hard. The medicinal herbs fell to the ground, blocking their view. He turned around and ran towards the door behind him.

The next moment, he suddenly felt a dull pain in his knee, fell to the ground with a thud, and rolled on the ground several times.

"hiss……"

He raised his hands to touch his knees in pain, and felt blood on his hands.

Jing Mo's heroic figure descended from the sky and landed steadily in front of him. With his hands behind his back, he kicked him with a whirlwind kick.

Pan Zhengquan was blown away by a powerful internal force, his limbs flapping around in the air, but he felt as if countless feet were stepping on various parts of his body, almost crushing his bones.

In an instant, he felt a sharp pain as if his skin was being peeled off and cramps were ruptured. His facial features were flying and his saliva was gushing out.

"what!"

Jing Mo pulled his legs back abruptly, turned his back to him elegantly, and sneered:

"Humph, do you want to confess or not? Who sent you to set fire to the imperial medicine storehouse?"

Pan Zhengquan fell heavily to the ground, his face flushed red, veins bulged on his forehead and neck, and he spurted out a mouthful of blood.

"puff!

Ahem, ahem, if you have the guts, kill me."

This was the first time Jing Mo had heard someone make such a request. He kicked him in the face, leaving him with a black eye, a swollen nose and mouth, and blood. He snorted coldly:

"Okay, then I'll help you. Let's see if you are more stubborn than me."

Pan Zhengquan was stunned by the kick, his mind went blank, he felt as if his throat was being strangled by an invisible hand, he could hardly breathe, and instinctively begged for mercy:

"Ahem, ahem, good man, please spare my life.

I, I confess. I confess them all."

Jing Mo then retracted his kick that was about to hit his forehead, and said with disdain:

"You should have said no earlier."

After saying this, he grabbed his hair and dragged him all the way to his master and the county lord, to await their interrogation and sentencing.

Pan Zhengquan had a large handful of hair pulled out and he grimaced in pain, feeling as if his entire scalp was about to be flipped off.

His miserable screams echoed throughout the imperial medicine storehouse.

Huai Xi used his Qinggong skills to fly over steadily, punched Jing Mo lightly and said:

"Good boy, you got one step ahead of me again, leaving me no chance to show off my skills."

Song Wanyin stepped forward and looked down at Pan Zhengquan, questioning:

"Who sent you to murder Jishitang?"

Pan Zhengquan was twitching with pain all over his body, feeling like he wanted to die. With his dying breath he confessed:

“All of this was the Jia family’s idea. They said that as long as I became an insider, they would give me a large sum of money.

I really need this money. I am still so young and don’t want to be single for the rest of my life. I want to get married and have children!”

Song Wanyin thought that the matter was not that simple and continued to ask:

"I'll ask you one last time, besides the Jia family, who else is the mastermind behind you?"

Pan Zhengquan was still dreaming of getting rich, and he said firmly:

"Every word I said is true. It was really the Jia family who sent me to add an extra ingredient, Mogusha, to the patients' medicinal materials.

Tonight, the Jia family also sent me to set fire to the imperial medicine storehouse, thus completely cutting off the livelihood of Jishitang."