Chapter 47: It’s just nonsense

Feng Batian seriously suspected that the Seventh Prince was a bit unlucky.

His little cow was the most docile one in the dairy cow world, and he had never seen it act this way.

A whistle sounded from nearby, and the agitated little cow finally calmed down.

Di Zian: ?

Damn!

His luck was pretty good, wasn’t it?

Someone was secretly helping him!

After stealing the milk, Di Zian quickly returned to the shed. “Princess, princess, here’s the milk.”

Ah Bao, who had been crying out in hunger, eagerly moved her little mouth, “Milk, milk…”

Just as Ah Bao was about to sip from the water pouch, the door was suddenly pushed open.

Di Zian startled and shielded Ah Bao and the milk.

Looking up, he saw a tall figure at the door, “Feng Batian?”

Feng Batian’s face was cold. “Hand over the milk.”

Di Zian was taken aback. “Are you serious? You’re a grown man, and you’re trying to take the milk from my sister?”

Ah Bao, already starving and crying loudly, was very upset to hear that Feng Batian wanted to take the milk away.

“Feng Batian, how can you do this? You promised not to harm the elderly, weak, women, or children, and now you’re trying to starve the baby!”

Hearing this, Feng Batian’s mouth twitched. He softened his tone, “The milk just squeezed out isn’t suitable for the little princess to drink. She’s too young and her digestive system is delicate; drinking unboiled milk can cause diarrhea.”

He stood in front of Di Zian. “So, hand over the milk. I’ll boil it for the little princess, or she might really starve.”

“Are you serious?”

“Do you think you have time to negotiate conditions with me right now?”

Di Zian quickly handed the water pouch to Feng Batian.

Feng Batian had already prepared a stove. After a short wait, he boiled the milk, cooled it in cold water, and then handed it back to Di Zian.

Ah Bao, who drank the milk, was very satisfied.

After a full belly, she burped and happily grinned.

“Giggle…”

Di Zian saw Ah Bao so delighted, and his own mood lifted.

Looking up, he saw that Feng Batian was also smiling.

Feng Batian suddenly became serious and asked, “Has the Seventh Prince thought it over? Will you write the amnesty decree or not?”

Di Zian had been quite fearful of Feng Batian before, as he was a bandit leader.

But after learning about Feng Batian’s past, he felt that Feng Batian was actually quite pitiable.

Especially when thinking about how Feng Batian is about to die, having his eyes dug out and his skin peeled to make lanterns…

And after death, becoming a vengeful spirit, never to be reincarnated.

“I won’t write the amnesty decree.”

“And I can’t submit to the court. Since that’s the case, let’s just stay here in Hutuo Village and see who can outlast whom.”

Feng Batian waved his sleeve and walked to the door.

—

Ah Bao sighed.

Feng Batian couldn’t help but wonder why Ah Bao was sighing.

—

“Let’s go, let’s go, I’m going to be poisoned by my subordinates tonight.”

Subordinates?

Which subordinates?

But Ah Bao immediately changed the subject.

—

“You’re avoiding being a prince and choosing to be a bandit leader only because you’re insecure about the birthmark on your face. It’s simple, I can help you get rid of that birthmark. If you don’t, you might not have long to live. Just find me, and I’ll sort it out for you.”

Feng Batian, standing at the door, stopped and turned to look at Ah Bao.

His gaze met Ah Bao’s bright, clear eyes.

Di Zian didn’t know that Feng Batian could hear Ah Bao’s thoughts. He looked at Feng Batian and said, “A person’s appearance and abilities are not always related. That birthmark on your face looks like a birth toxin you were born with. If you don’t get rid of it, you might have a short life.”

Feng Batian was stunned.

“Here’s the deal. I won’t write the amnesty decree, and I don’t need you to submit to the court. I’ll find a way to help you remove that birthmark, and you, in turn, disband Hutuo Village, find a legitimate way to make a living. How about it?”

“Easier said than done,” Feng Batian sneered. He had visited countless famous doctors since childhood, but none had been successful.

“The chief should think it over carefully.”

Achieving a successful bandit eradication without any casualties would be the best outcome.

That way, neither side would suffer losses.

Feng Batian left.

Di Zian was worried. “Sigh—”

Ah Bao waved her little hand and touched Di Zian’s face.

—

“What are you worried about, Brother?”

“Princess, to be honest, the whole thing about Feng Batian’s birth toxin was just a fabrication on my part. Looking at Feng Batian’s reaction, I guessed correctly, but I need to find a famous doctor to remove his birthmark. My connections are limited, and I don’t know where to find such a doctor. It’s troubling.”

[Hehe]

Ah Bao grinned, her eyes curving into crescent moons.

[Come to me, Brother. I can handle the birth toxin—it’s simple. Just a single hair can solve it.]

Her birth hair has the power to ward off evil and poison. But she’s just a precious little thing.

Di Zian was startled.

Wow.

Is it really that… simple?

[Brother, Feng Batian is in danger tonight. Save him!]

[Then you can show both kindness and authority, and without losing a single soldier, you’ll win Feng Batian over. It’ll be good for everyone and will make the bandit eradication a success.]

Di Zian took a deep breath. Ah Bao had such a brilliant plan!

—

That night, after Feng Batian returned to his bamboo house, he couldn’t stop thinking about Ah Bao’s words.

The little girl said she would be poisoned tonight.

Someone knocked on the door, and Feng Batian’s heart skipped a beat. “Who?”

“It’s me, the subordinate.”

Big Scarred Face?

Feng Batian’s eyes narrowed dangerously. So, the subordinate who would betray him, as the little girl said, was Big Scarred Face.

“What’s the matter?” Feng Batian opened the door and saw Big Scarred Face holding a jug of wine.

Feng Batian could tell at a glance that it was… poisoned wine.

What the heck!

This kid is trying to poison him.

Noticing Feng Batian’s dark expression, Big Scarred Face’s heart tightened. “Chief… Chief, never mind, I should leave.”

Feng Batian: ?

Did he just give himself away with his reaction?

“Where are you going? You brought the wine, so come inside and let’s talk.”

Once inside, Big Scarred Face nervously placed the wine on the table, along with a plate of peanuts.

Clearly, he was here to drink with Feng Batian.

“Chief, I’m feeling distressed. I have no one to confide in, so I came to you.”

Feng Batian sat there, his expression cold.

Hmph.

It sounds nice, but it’s clearly a chance to poison him and take his position.

“Where’s Xiao Dao?”

“You know, Xiao Dao never touches alcohol. Even if I wanted to find him, there’s no opportunity.”

“What are you distressed about?” Feng Batian glanced at him. “Sit down and talk.”

In a moment, you’ll drink the poisoned wine and face the consequences yourself!

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