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Lady Wen led the way very respectfully, and the magistrate's wife entered through the moon gate.

I discovered that this courtyard even had a connecting corridor, and the ground was paved with bluestone slabs.

Because Xu Jiancheng is getting married today, red silk is hung everywhere, and big red double happiness characters are pasted on the windows and pillars.

Tables and chairs were placed in front of the courtyard, and a corridor was built in the middle, connecting to the stage in front.

Red cloth was draped over the corridor and the stage, and flowers were all around. The backdrop of the stage had several large characters written in a flamboyant style.

"Huiniang and Xu Jian's wedding ceremony".

The magistrate's wife: "...Isn't this her son's handwriting!"

"Your home's decor is quite novel. I wonder who came up with this idea?" the magistrate's wife said, somewhat displeased.

At home, she personally hands her son his meals; why is she making this banner for Xu Qing's family now?

With such a large piece of calligraphy, my son must be exhausted.

Ms. Wen replied respectfully, "It was my daughter's idea; it took her a lot of effort to pick these flowers."

As they talked, the group walked to the backyard, where the kitchen was bustling with activity as they prepared the dishes for today's banquet.

"Thorn."

When Madam Sun saw the elegantly dressed noblewoman Xu Qing had mentioned enter, she immediately put on the face-covering towel she had prepared beforehand.

Pour the chili peppers into the oil and start stir-frying the spicy chicken cubes.

The pungent smell of chili peppers mixed with the cooking fumes quickly spread throughout the air.

"Cough cough cough."

The magistrate's wife took out a handkerchief to cover her mouth and nose, and frowned as she said:

"Why is it so pungent?"

"Go and call Chenggong out. This smoke is so thick, don't let it make my clothes stink."

Madam Wen nodded, appearing very considerate of the magistrate's wife.

"Why don't you wait in the guest room, Madam? The kitchen is smoky, and Chenggong should wash up and change his clothes before coming to see you."

Standing for long periods is tiring. Let's go to the guest room, sit down, rest our feet, have some tea, and have some snacks.

The magistrate's wife secretly grumbled: What good tea and snacks could a small farming family possibly have?

However, the fumes here are indeed too heavy.

She can't even stand outside.

And her clothes are brand new; it's not worth it for them to get smelly.

Let's wait in the guest room.

The magistrate's wife nodded haughtily.

Thinking about what the magistrate's wife would have to go through later, Madam Wen became even more humble and courteous.

He led the magistrate's wife to a pre-prepared guest room, thoughtfully closed the door, and quietly left.

Meanwhile, Da Ya, having received Xu Qing's message, immediately ran to the dilapidated house outside the village to inform the families of the bandits.

They changed into clean clothes, though they were patched, and headed straight for Xu Qing's house.

The reason they were so bold was because of the information provided by Daya.

"Today is Xu Jian's wedding day. I personally watched Xu Qing write and send out countless invitations."

"At that time, in addition to the villagers of Xujia Village, there will definitely be many strangers entering the village, so there is no need to be afraid. Just go in through the main gate."

They were initially worried about being stopped, but just as Da Ya had said, they got in smoothly.

Da Ya also drew a layout of Xu Qing's house for them, marking where the kitchen was.

The person sent to administer the drug had carefully memorized the route.

The person who administered the drug was still somewhat nervous; it was her first time doing something like this.

I kept thinking about how to appear more natural so that no one would suspect anything.

As I was thinking, I realized I had taken the wrong path and didn't know where I was.

Just as she was in a panic and didn't know what to do, a pretty girl in front of her pointed out the way.

When I got to the kitchen, there was no one there. Chicken soup was simmering in a pot, and the aroma was so enticing that it filled my nostrils.

The person who administered the drug looked around cautiously, and after confirming that no one was around, scooped up a bowl of chicken soup and drank it all himself.

Then sprinkle the sleeping potion into the pot.

After finishing everything, she wiped her mouth, returned to the front yard, gave her companions a success sign, and waited patiently for the banquet to begin.

But the chicken soup was really delicious. I should have drunk more and even torn off a chicken leg, since all these people would be going to die soon anyway.

It's not a waste to eat it yourself.

……

In the backyard, after everyone left, Xu Qing ladled out a bowl of the poisoned chicken soup from the house next door.

Discard the rest and pour in the pre-cooked chicken broth. It looks exactly like chicken broth laced with drugs.

He carried the bowl of chicken soup, which had been laced with drugs, to find Zhou Chenggong.

"Aunt Xu, could you tell my mother that I'm not home? I've gone hunting in the mountains."

When Zhou Chenggong heard that his mother had arrived, he didn't want to go see her, since she would only say the same few things to him over and over again.

He's heard it so many times since he was a child that he's practically worn out.

And his mother will definitely make him go home. He doesn't want to study at all now. He wants to learn martial arts and become a general.

Xu Qing shoved the chicken soup into Zhou Chenggong's arms: "Your mother was jealous because you refused to go back to my house."

I gave your father a hard time yesterday when I brought him the account books.

If you don't go see her today, I'm afraid your mother will dislike me even more.

You can tell her that you made this chicken soup especially for her because you knew she was coming.

She'll feel your love for her, and then she won't be jealous or make things difficult for me.

Zhou Chenggong had no choice but to take the chicken soup to his mother.

The magistrate's wife waited and waited, and finally her beloved son arrived.

With tears in her eyes, she pulled Zhou Chenggong into her arms and looked him over carefully from head to toe again and again.

"My son, you...you've gotten fat. Why don't you come home? Don't you miss your mother?"

"How's your studying going lately? Even when you're not home, you can't neglect your studies; you must keep learning."

"You should learn from your father..."

"Mom, come and try the chicken soup I made for you."

Zhou Chenggong was so annoyed that he picked up a spoon and fed his mother, trying to shut her up.

The magistrate's wife blinked, tears welling up in her eyes, and said excitedly, "Good, good, good, my son has become sensible and knows how to care for his mother."

"Come back with me later. Look how tanned you are, and your skin is rough. I'll take good care of you when we get back."

"Mom, drink it quickly, it won't taste good if it gets cold."

Zhou Chenggong urged his mother to stop nagging.

The magistrate's wife took the bowl of chicken soup and said, "Mother, drink it yourself. My son, sit down and rest for a while. Don't tire yourself out."

After saying that, the magistrate's wife gulped down the whole bowl of chicken soup.

"As expected of my son's homemade soup, it tastes absolutely delicious! This is the best chicken soup I've ever had!"

The magistrate's wife wore an exaggerated expression that suggested she hadn't had enough.

Zhou Chenggong was getting a headache from watching this; why was his mother still treating him like a child?

Just as he was pondering how to escape from his mother's chanting of sutras, the magistrate's wife collapsed onto the bed with a thud.

Zhou Chenggong looked at his mother lying on the bed and checked her breathing with his hand.

Seeing that his mother's breathing was steady, he thought to himself: How come she was talking a second ago and fell asleep the next second? Could it be that she got up too early to see him?

Sigh, when will his mother treat him like an adult?

Zhou Chenggong helped the magistrate's wife to bed, carefully covered her with a light blanket, and then happily went out with his bowl.