Spirit Rice Paddies! Jia, Yi, Bing, Ding

"Why?"

Wei Zhongqian gave a cold snort. "Zhao Xian was a good friend of yours and often exchanged pills with you. You were the one who introduced him to Zhang Lingshan. If you hadn't introduced them, how would he have known Zhang Lingshan? And if he hadn't known Zhang Lingshan, why would he have tried to kill him? So you are the root of it all, and you still dare ask why? I have reason to suspect you were jealous of Zhang Lingshan and deliberately incited Zhao Xian to kill him. Isn't that right?"

"No. Absolutely not."

Huoran's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly waved his hands as he cried out, "No matter how jealous I was of Zhang Lingshan, I'd never do something like that. Besides, what ability do I have to make Zhao Xian throw his life away to kill someone? I've been wronged, Steward Wei! Wronged!"

"Whether you've been wronged or not isn't for you to decide. Carry Zhang Lingshan on your back and come with me!"

Wei Zhongqian shouted coldly.

He himself had been assigned to plant spirit rice, and he was already in a foul mood. How could he possibly have the patience to explain so much to Huoran?

If he really had to explain, he could take his time doing it once they reached the place where spirit rice was planted. That place was spacious, and no one would be watching. If Wei Zhongqian was upset and had grievances, he could vent them outright, unlike in the Alchemy Pavilion, where even if he had complaints, he did not dare say them. Walls had ears. If word reached the Pavilion Master, he was afraid he might have to spend the rest of his life there planting spirit rice.

"All right, all right. Yes, yes."

Huoran