General, Your Wife Is Requesting Your Return Home For Farming

Chapter 719 - 719: The Truth About Second Brother

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Su Xiaoxiao adopted a puzzled tone.

This was because the man sitting sideways on the bed looked like Wei Ting but his words and actions were unrelated to his usual self.

Wei Ting always put on a cold and aloof air. No matter where he went, he looked like he was the number one in the world and everyone had to submit. Although he was occasionally very shameless, he was definitely not as childish as this.

Su Xiaoxiao doubted her life.

Wei Ting was the one who doubted his life even more.

He had already grown up. Of course, he would not be like when he was young, but wasn’t this to nab his brother?

He threw caution to the wind. He was not afraid of embarrassing himself in front of his brother. Anyway, he had been humiliated since he was young. His dark history was rich.

But he could not lose it in front of his wife.

Did he not care about his pride?

He froze on the spot and used the shadow to hide his aura. He changed his voice and said stubbornly,

“You’ve got the wrong person. I’m not.”

Ah Yuan came to the door and looked at Wei Ting on the bed. “Young Master, your Madam is here to look for you. Hurry up and go back. Don’t let Madam and the three children worry.”

Wei Ting, who had just experienced social death, was speechless.

Wei Ting calmly sat up straight and stepped out of bed with his long legs. He stood up for himself with a cold expression. “I already said that I was going back, but you insisted on holding me back. Now, my wife is here.” The most shameless person in the Wei family… was Wei Little Seven.

Zhuge Qing looked at him coldly.

Wei Ting coughed lightly and placed his hands behind his back. He paced around the house with his official aura and stood between the two of them. “Let me introduce you. My wife, Qin Su, and my second brother… Wei Qing.” Ah Yuan tactfully retreated.

Mei Ji stood in the courtyard and used the assassin as a human shield to poke her head out from behind him.

Her intuition told her that a big show was playing in the room. It was more exciting than any show in the opera house.

Su Xiaoxiao looked at Wei Ting in disbelief. “So it was really you just now.”

Wei Ting wanted to say,” Can’t get over this, right? Why hasn’t your attention been diverted?!” Su Xiaoxiao mocked, “Heh.”

Wei Ting was speechless.

Only then did Su Xiaoxiao look at Zhuge Qing’s face. “I’ve seen you in the palace. You were wearing that mask.”

She was referring to the silver mask on the pillow.

“They said that you’re Zhuge Qing, so who are you? Why are you Wei Qing?”

Wei Ting patted her shoulder. “Don’t ask. My second brother doesn’t want to say.”

Zhuge Qing said, “Ah Yuan, close the door.” Wei Ting was stunned.

Why was he suddenly closing the door?

Wait, Second Brother, are you going to say it?

He had been grinding for so long and lay on the cold floor for two hours. He used all styles 18 martial arts. Second Brother didn’t say a word but he was going to answer to the little fat peacock?

Wei Ting felt unbalanced again.

“Yes, sir.”

Ah Yuan, who was guarding outside, slowly closed the door.

Mei Ji couldn’t see anything. “Sigh…

In the room, Su Xiaoxiao lit up the wick and moved a small stool to sit in front of the bed. She grabbed the robe on the bed and threw it to Wei Ting.

“Put it on!”

Wei Ting reluctantly put on his robe.

“Sir, I’ll place in a charcoal basin,” Ah Yuan said outside.

“Come in,” Zhuge Qing said.

Ah Yuan put down the charcoal basin and made a pot of flower tea before retreating.

Su Xiaoxiao took off the lid of the teapot and sniffed the fragrance of longan and lilies. She asked, “Are you not sleeping well?”

Zhuge Qing looked at her in surprise and said, “Sometimes.”

Su Xiaoxiao poured a cup of steaming longan lily tea for him and one for Wei Ting. She was not thirsty or cold, so she did not drink it.

Wei Ting hooked a stool over with his foot and sat down beside her. “Speaking of which, how did you find me?”

Su Xiaoxiao said, “Wuhu said you were here.”

The corners of Wei Ting’s mouth twitched. It was that parrot again. He would stew it later!

Su Xiaoxiao began to seriously sized up Zhuge Qing. He also looked like a member of the Wei family, but he was not as similar to Ghostfear and Wei Ting. It was probably because his eyebrows were more like his biological mother’s.

Handsome was no longer enough to describe him.

He had a faint melancholic aura and firm eyes, but when his eyes were on someone, they could make people feel peace that they had not felt for a long time.

Actually, Ghostfear and Wei Liulang did not mention how they survived on the battlefield back then. It was probably very difficult, and it was precisely because it was difficult that they did not want to open their wounds for their families to see.

If Zhuge Qing was unwilling to say it, Su Xiaoxiao and Wei Ting would not force him.

“I woke up on an island.”

As Zhuge Qing said calmly, his eyes and tone were exceptionally calm. “It’s an island in Northern Yan. I stayed there for half a year before leaving and coming to the Western Jin.”

He spoke casually and did not mention what had happened on the island.

Wei Ting asked, “What about your martial arts?”

He was a martial artist. The moment he approached his second brother, he sensed that his second brother’s internal energy was gone.

Zhuge Qing said indifferently, “Ah, my martial arts are crippled.”

Wei Ting’s heart ached. What had Second Brother experienced to have his martial arts crippled?

He endured his discomfort and asked in a normal tone, “What’s wrong with your legs?”

Zhuge Qing said, “I accidentally suffered a small injury on the island.”

Wei Ting did not believe him. “What small injury hasn’t healed after three years?”

“Can I take a look at you? I’m a physician,” Su Xiaoxiao said.

Wei Ting said, “Second Brother, don’t refuse.”

Zhuge Qing said, “There’s no need…

Su Xiaoxiao rolled up his sleeve and placed three fingers on his wrist.

Wei Ting was about to say.”Because it’s useless to refuse.”

Zhuge Qing’s situation was a little complicated. After Su Xiaoxiao took his pulse, she lifted the blanket and checked his leg.

While Su Xiaoxiao was diagnosing Second Brother, Wei Ting continued to ask, “Second Brother, do you know that Eldest Brother is also alive? He’s also in the Western Jin.”

Zhuge Qing paused. “I know. I was the one who asked someone to give him the

Crimson Moon Theater’s token. I thought he will be able to use it one day.”

At the mention of this, Wei Ting felt aggrieved and snorted. “I did use it. I was almost killed by you.”

He glared at Zhuge Qing bitterly. “You almost killed your beloved brother, did you know that?”

Zhuge Qing calmly took a sip of tea. “Not injured or poisoned.”

Su Xiaoxiao finished her diagnosis.

She glanced at Zhuge Qing and saw that there was no change in his eyes. She asked, “Looks like you Imow.”

Zhuge Qing said calmly, “I stayed in the water prison for a few days. After coming out, I couldn’t move my legs.”

Wei Ting looked at him in a daze. “Second Brother…”

Zhuge Qing propped himself up with his hand and lay down. He closed her eyes and said, “It’s getting late. The two of you can go back. I have to rest too.”

The two of them came out of the house and were about to return to the inn when the assassin leaning under the peach tree said,

“The island that Sir was trapped on is an isolated island where prisoners are imprisoned. The island is filled with death row prisoners, prisoners of war, vicious people… and the descendants of these sinners. Sir’s martial arts were crippled before he came to the island, and his tendons were all broken. No one had ever left that island alive before Sir went. Sir used half a year to kill all the evil people on the island.

“Mei Ji and I were also from the island. We followed him to the Western Jin, but he never mentioned his past. We always thought that he was from Northern

Yan.”

“The reason why he stayed in the Western Jin is that the Western Jin has medicine to extend his life. He takes it once a month. Otherwise, the cold will enter his heart meridians and he will die..”