"So bored..."
Song Qingchao leaned to the side on the chaise lounge, still holding half a piece of bitten pastry.
With Feng Shaocheng, she had experienced a few days of leisurely living.
It was as if she had returned to the cage Feng Shaocheng had woven for her, without worry for food or drink, her thoughts each day revolving around "him."
However, now Song Qingchao's thoughts were entirely focused on how to use him before killing him.
She intended to extract every last drop of his value, and then let these people die.
She stuffed all the pastries into her mouth, flipped over, and lay on her back, one hand propping up her head, the other extended for a maid to wipe clean.
Su Yingying had been assigned to the kitchen by Feng Shaocheng, her daily work consisting of making various pastries to send to Song Qingchao.
Plate after plate, there could be no interruption.
If there was an interruption, she would have to return to washing clothes.
Those delicate small hands were now trembling from exhaustion.
Song Qingchao, on the other hand, spent her days waiting for pastries, eating pastries.
Waiting for Bai You'an to sneak in when night fell.
Waiting to watch the chaotic jokes in the military camp when dawn broke.
But though she appeared very idle, she was, in fact, not idle at all.
During these few days of leisure, she had fully utilized the search engine function of the third level of her spatial artifact.
The seeds Xiao Guo had given her could be sown in Mobei.
Although Mobei was extremely cold, she had learned many ways to cope with frigid environments.
Poor soil was also not a concern; she had compiled a thick booklet on how to make fertilizer.
She just didn't know how Xiao Guo and the others were faring in Mobei. She hoped that by the time she arrived, they could directly accomplish great things.
And if nothing unexpected occurred, Mu Mu and Zhe Er should have already rendezvoused with Shou Hou and the others.
Now, only she and Bai You'an were missing.
It seemed she needed to resolve matters here as quickly as possible; she couldn't delay any longer.
Song Qingchao, feeling bored, flipped over.
She saw Feng Shaocheng lifting the tent flap, holding a plate of fruit, and walking in.
Song Qingchao quickly adjusted her posture and slowly sat up, "These matters should be handled by the servants."
Feng Shaocheng sat on a chair beside her. "It's nothing."
He took the tea offered by a maid and sipped it with a frown.
"What's wrong?"
Song Qingchao asked tentatively. She had a feeling Feng Shaocheng was different today.
"Nothing," Feng Shaocheng replied with a smile. "It's not a major issue."
"Then why do you look so troubled?"
Song Qingchao's intuition told her something had happened.
As expected, it was as she had anticipated.
Feng Shaocheng placed the teacup down. "I didn't intend to tell you about this, but I won't allow anyone to slander you."
Song Qingchao: "???"
Feng Shaocheng continued, "Last night, someone emerged from Feng County, and my people apprehended him. Only after interrogation today did we learn that he was deliberately captured."
Song Qingchao's brow twitched.
At this time, anyone emerging from Feng County could only be from the Chang family.
This Chang family was still not giving up.
Without Feng Shaocheng needing to say more, Song Qingchao directly interjected.
"He said there was a problem with my special medicine?"
"Yes, Chaocao, you are indeed clever." Feng Shaocheng tapped his fingers on the table. "He claimed that the current medicine is a preventative, and the truly effective medicine is within the Chang residence in Feng County. As long as I send people to attack and rescue him, he will hand over the true prescription."
Song Qingchao: "..."
She inwardly cursed old Master Chang for being shameless.
"But Chaocao, don't worry, I haven't agreed to them."
Song Qingchao's momentarily suspended heart settled back down.
Fortunately, she had played her part well these past few days; otherwise, she would have had to waste more words.
But how could she let these people who repeatedly caused trouble off the hook so easily?
"Actually, they are stealing my prescription."
Song Qingchao explained with a serious expression.
"Shaocheng, I have another big gift for you."
"Oh?" Feng Shaocheng raised his eyebrows in surprise and leaned forward curiously, "What gift do you have for me again, Chaocao?"
"I'm giving you a ladder to heaven." Song Qingchao smiled mysteriously. "A month ago, only Feng County suffered. Do you know why the epidemic spread to so many cities in just half a month?"
Feng Shaocheng lowered his head and said in a deep voice, "Someone must have gone out despite the restrictions."
"Yes."
Song Qingchao directly affirmed his thought.
Although Feng Shaocheng was not much of a person, he was not without a brain.
"This person was sent out by the Chang family. They colluded with the city guards, repeatedly using the general's wife to lure away loyal generals, and then opened the city gates to send people out to search for medicine everywhere for profit."
Upon hearing this, the smile gradually disappeared from Feng Shaocheng's face.
He had initially thought it was a natural disaster and misfortune, but he hadn't expected the source of the calamity to be merchants seeking wealth.
Truly damnable.
He slapped his palm on the table, his fingertips digging into the wood, unable to let go for a long time.
"Does Young Master Feng find this gift satisfactory?"
"Chaocao... you are truly my lucky star." Feng Shaocheng made sure to soften his voice when speaking to Song Qingchao.
"How could I dare to be?" Song Qingchao replied playfully.
The reason she told Feng Shaocheng about this was that she was powerless against the Chang family.
The Chang family was a prominent clan in Feng County. No matter what method she used, such a deeply rooted aristocratic family was not something she could easily shake.
But she wanted to cooperate with the Lin family to open up trade routes in the northwest. If the Chang family remained, they would undoubtedly cause trouble.
She didn't have extra time to play games with the Chang family.
And by using Feng Shaocheng, she could borrow strength to fight strength.
Not only could she eliminate the hidden danger of the Chang family, but she could also help Feng Shaocheng rise to power and contend with Prime Minister Wang in court.
At that time, if she threw some fuel on the fire, Prime Minister Wang's downfall would be a matter of time.
Moreover, in her entire revenge plan, Feng Shaocheng holding a high position was an indispensable link.
After all, her next target was the prince held hostage in Beiman.
Without Feng Shaocheng to spearhead the court's affairs, the things she wanted to do would be quite difficult.
Seeing Feng Shaocheng about to leave, Song Qingchao quickly stopped him.
"There's still something."
"What?"
"That general is also from the Chang family, but he is not involved in this matter. If you find him, he will hand over the evidence to you."
Feng Shaocheng tilted his head. "So, you want me to spare him?"
Song Qingchao just smiled. "I do not interfere with your decisions."
As she finished speaking, Feng Shaocheng's smile grew wider.
"Rest well."
He said this, then lifted the tent curtain and went out.
Song Qingchao stood in place and tutted.
This eagerness for quick success was exactly the same as in her previous life.
She shrugged and sat back on the chaise lounge, closing her eyes to rest.
With Feng Shaocheng's attitude, her own life was also saved.
When Bai You'an came tonight,
she still had to instruct him about Wanwan's child.
After all, the child was innocent.
But now she was a bit bored and needed to find something to do.
"Someone, go to the kitchen and tell them I want to eat walnut cookies."