A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

Chapter 289: Empire Mu

Translator: LiamHW

Wu Dahu saw through the purpose of Muhammad just at a glance. He whispered to Song Qinghan in the ear, “He seemed have got a well-planned scheme himself, trying his best to use us as a connection between him and the Emperor. If the Emperor gets furious, he won’t be afraid of being punished at all. And if the Emperor choses to cooperate with him, he will be the one who gets the benefits and we will get nothing from it.”

Song Qinghan nodded thoughtfully and now he got a deeper understanding on Muhammad’s personality: foxy and cunning.

The journey was uneventful, and as they sped up marching, the team in a form of formidable array arrived at Muhammad’s camp before the sun set.

There were numerous colorful flag flying in the air in the center of the camp, among which was the largest one written with two Chinese characters ‘大穆’. So Song Qinghan came to know that Muhammad’s self-owned empire was being named ‘Empire Mu’.

Using his surname as the name of the empire, Muhammad was surely an arrogant man.

People in the Empire Mu seemed have already long prepared everything to welcome the big team’s arrival. They were all conscientious to approach and separate the team and guided the guests to the arranged tents to have rest.

Wu Dahu and Song Qinghan had concealed their identities, so naturally they could not live in a separate tent like those senior generals, but were separated from the other men and femina man in large bunkhouses.

After resting, someone came to call them out to attend the ceremony. Although it was not yet a formal wedding feast, a reception feast had to be prepared.

Muhammad seemed very enthusiastic, not only did he call all the generals he could name, but he even invited those like them who had come to play a part.

At a causal glance, Song Qinghan found the existence of those triplets among the crowd in the reception feast. And three of them all looked rather active there, which was a totally different image against the one when they were at the auction.

Although both he and Wu Dahu had put on some camouflage on their faces, if they were really face to face with their acquaintances, it would still not be easy to fool them, so he subconsciously lowered his head, and obediently fell to the end, sitting silently in a corner hidden by shadows.

The feast finally began, Song Qinghan was listening to polite formula of Muhammad carelessly while fixing his sight on the upper seat sneakily.

Probably because there were too many people observing the upper seat, they did not care about Song Qinghan’s scrutiny, their faces were as normal and they looked as calm as Muhammad.

The mixed-race man was sitting right there at the upper seat as well, and he seemed to share the same position with those triplets since he was close to the center seat.

Song Qinghan paused and recalled the picture of Xiaoyan collapsing in the battlefield, and he couldn’t help but sigh slightly.

No matter what happened, Xiaoyan was always the memorable savior to Wu Dahu and this was never going to change at all.

Just as he got lost in the thought, the mixed-race man seemed have detected something sensitively, and he looked over here in Song Qinghan’s direction emotionlessly. But the next moment when he caught the glimpse of Song Qinghan, his pupils suddenly shrank as if he had just seen something beyond his cognition.

Muhammad was still expressing his excitement, and he raised the cup in his hand, motioning everybody in the scene to have a toast.

At the moment he took a glance at the mixed-race man, he paused subconsciously with confusion in his eyes. Yet when he looked into the direction where the mixed-race man put his gaze at, he found nothing strange at all.

After the drink, the feast was officially underway, and all manner of beauties of Empire Mu spontaneously presented themselves in the middle of the stage, dazzling the Qingmu people with their own performances. The crowd cheered and exclaimed happily and they even failed to realize that they were now under a perilous situation.

The moment the mixed-race man put down the wine cup on the table, he heard the sudden interrogation from Muhammad.

“What were you looking at just now?”

In response, the mixed-race man raised his eyelids slightly and said expressionlessly, “Nothing.”

Muhammad put down the wine cup in his hand as well, while his fingers were still on the edge of it, rubbing. He then uttered slightly, “Since Xiaoyan passed, I have never seen any mood swing in your eyes anymore. But I am sure you were shocked by something you just saw, why are you covering it up? Don’t you trust me now?”

The mixed-race man did not move much at all, but poured himself a glass of wine and saying calmly, “Why should I trust a man who gets my brother sacrificed? Besides, there is nothing in the law forcing me to answer any questions of yours.”

Upon hearing this answer, Muhammad delivered a bitter smile and came to persuade without giving up, “Xiaoyan asked me to take good care of you before setting off and he promised to me that he would accomplish a big deal for me. He is my friend for years and I will never hurt you no matter it is out of reason or emotion. If you really got something in your mind, you should speak it out and I will help you tackle the issue.”

He was trying his best to be as lowly as he could right now so as to pacify the mixed-race man. However, to his surprise, the mixed-race man did not react too much to give him a sincere response but drank the wine alone emotionlessly while sighing slightly.

The feast was still going on and Hening was right beside him, it was not easy for him to take the time to care for the mixed-race man for so long. Noticing that Hening was already glancing over here in a casual manner, he did not say anything else and turned his head to take care of He Ning’s mood.

Song Qinghan was still pregnant, so naturally he can’t drink wine, but he was quite satisfied and happy to have Empire Mu’s food to entertain his stomach.

It had been a long time since he had eaten such tender beef and lamb, and when he thought that he would not be able to eat it again when he returned, he couldn’t help but turn into a gourmand, stuffing the meat into his stomach one after another.

Wu Dahu saw it from afar and his eyelids twitched, and he started to worry about Song Qinghan’s stomach.

Having just finished the meal in front of him, Song Qinghan put his eyes on the untouched beef and lamb in front of Wu Dahu.

Unexpectedly, without waiting for him to say anything, his shoulder was gently tapped and a soft voice came from behind him.

“Young Master, you’re invited by our Lord.”

Song Qinghan was shocked. He turned to look at the person and pointed at his nose in disbelief, “Are you sure it is me? I am just…”

“Yes, I am sure.”

The servant interrupted with a smile as if he had guessed what Song Qinghan was about to say.

Song Qinghan frowned slightly, not knowing what was waiting for him.

if it was Muhammad who discerned his presence among the crowd, he wouldn’t have been invited in such a polite way.

He involuntarily glanced upwards, and subconsciously paused when he saw where the mixed-race man was.

What? Where the heck was the mixed-race man going? How did he fail to realize that?

The smile on the servant’s face gradually faded away as he found Song Qinghan was wasting time being hesitant, and then he reminded in a low voice, saying, “Hurry up, Young Master, the lord doesn’t like to wait too long.”

Song Qinghan glanced at Wu Dahu and noticed that Wu Dahu was trying to get over here. He shook his head, frowning and motioning Wu Dahu not to make any movements.

He still had no idea about who was the guy summoned him. So it would be the securer way to ask Wu Dahu to stand by, or otherwise if there was a trap waiting for them, they would have no idea to help each other in trouble.

Wu Dahu obviously understood this as well, but he was just concerned. Seeing that Song Qinghan was following the man towards the distance, he hid his figure in the shadows without moving, and fell behind in silence.

When Song Qinghan arrived in front of an extremely luxurious looking tent, a wheelchair slowly slid out of it. The man who was sitting on it sounded upon seeing Song Qinghan, “It’s you, I did not get it wrong.”