Wanjin Lady

Chapter 459 Exchange of Messages
"She wants to buy books?" Mo Sufang was quite helpless after receiving Mr. Dong's shopping list. She also admired Wen Wan in her heart. Even after being kidnapped by her, she did not panic. She was still in the mood to read books. "It's just some small things. Whatever she wants to buy is up to her."

Mr. Dong asked her, "Boss, then... do you still want to continue to monitor Miss Wen?"

"This girl is very thoughtful. Keep an eye on her and don't let her wander around the island!"

Wen Wan did not gain Mo Sufang's trust, so she did not dare to alert her. Agui had not been on the island for long, so he could only answer some superficial questions, but Wen Wan did not dare to ask more in-depth questions.

Fortunately, Mo Sufang did not completely restrict her movements. She could enter and exit most places on the island, so after half a month on the island, she had a rough idea of ​​the situation on the island.

There were between 10,000 and 20,000 men, women, and children on the island. Most of them lived in low wooden houses to protect them from the wind, clustered around the island's back. There were Japanese refugees on the island, but most were fishermen who had committed crimes and had come to Mo Sufang with their families. They trained in the mornings and spent their afternoons farming, fishing, and patrolling. If it weren't for the bunker hidden in the woods, this place would be a true paradise.

Wen Wan became more and more frightened as she stayed there longer.

As a smuggling leader, Mo Sufang was extremely martial, and such a large island was able to escape the patrol of the government navy, which shows that he was deeply involved with the court.

Not to mention, there are many forbidden areas on the island, and the entrances and exits are guarded by men armed with daggers.

Wen Wan saw that it seemed that Mo Sufang brought people there to discuss matters every night.

Since arriving on the island, Wen Wan has adhered to the principle of not asking questions and not wandering around. Because she is smart and sweet-spoken, and even helped the villagers to transform the fresh water collection device, she is loved by the residents on the island, and everyone affectionately calls her "Mr. Wen."

Finally, more than half a month after arriving on the island, Mo Sufang seemed to finally remember Wen Wan's existence, and took time out from her busy schedule to meet Wen Wan.

This time, the one leading the way was not Agui, but a young, dark-skinned man.

He led Wen Wan to the dense forest at the back of the island and stopped moving forward. "Madam Wen, if you go a little further you'll see a stilt house. The headmaster is waiting for you there."

Even in the daytime, the trees on the island block out the sun, making it difficult to see clearly.

Wen Wan followed the local customs after arriving on the island, changing into a long shirt and long pants, cinching her trouser legs tightly to prevent mosquitoes, rats, and ants from burrowing into them. It was already evening, and the distant sky was only a golden slit. The forest was impenetrable. Wen Wan walked deeper and, as expected, she saw the stilt house.

There were dozens of elite guards outside the door. Wen Wan recognized Mr. Dong, who was in charge of purchasing. She smiled and gestured before being led in.

"Miss Wen."

The interior of the stilt house is gloomy, but it is high up, and a little sunset glow shines into the house.

Wen Wan discovered that Mo Sufang always maintained an almost extravagant dress no matter where she was. She wore a snow-blue cloak trimmed with silver fox fur, held a gilded heater in her hand, and a three-legged bronze tripod on the table burned incense.

Wen Wan couldn't see Mo Sufang clearly.

I just felt that this woman's demeanor was indescribably noble.

Mo Sufang spoke very appropriately, "I've been busy dealing with the previous batch of goods these days, and I've neglected you."

Just two days ago, Mo Sufang returned from a voyage and, in front of the entire island population, ordered the execution of a dozen of his men who had retreated from the battle. The bodies were piled high on the shore and then burned clean.

Kindness and weakness have nothing to do with this woman.

"I thought Madam Mo didn't trust me and was going to test me for a while longer."

"Indeed..." Mo Sufang dropped the pen in her hand. Wen Wan saw her extremely beautiful handwriting, which was decorated with small characters. "Everyone who follows me has been tested or offered a pledge of loyalty. The word loyalty... anyone can make it sound good as long as they have a mouth."

She tilted her head, and the tassels on the gold hairpin in her hair twirled coldly.

"What is Madam Wen's token of allegiance?"

Wen Wan's heart skipped a beat, but she was smiling, "What does Madam Mo need right now?"

"You come with me."

Mo Sufang walked to the wall and stared at Wen Wan, who then turned her back to her and a secret room opened. Wen Wan followed Mo Sufang forward and discovered that there was a hidden world inside the stilt house.

The stilted house was originally built against the wall, but the interior has been opened up, leading into a huge suspended basket, like an elevator descending deep underground. Wen Wan's heart pounded like a drum.

As the basket sank, the scenery underground became clear through the jumping flames. Wen Wan then saw that there was actually a flat ground underground with boxes neatly stacked inside. The ground was hot and humid, with candles hanging on both sides, and people constantly moving back and forth.

Here... is the hiding address of their smuggled goods!

Wen Wan wailed in her heart. If Wei Zheng didn't come to save her, she would really become bigger and stronger in the purchasing agent industry!

After passing through an underground corridor, we finally arrived at a corner room underground.

This is a prison.

The walls were seeping with water and winding downwards, and moss grew in the cracks of the stone steps. Although this was a basement, a thin ray of light could be seen coming in from above.

A foul, salty smell hit her in the face. Wen Wan pinched her nose, carefully walked past the sewage underground, and came to the depths of the prison.

Then she saw the row of bloody torture instruments on the wall, the iron hanging on the hooks with unburned flesh stuck to them, and the sparks in the iron basin were gradually going out.

Wen Wan saw a figure huddled behind the bars, his limbs spread wide apart, his hands pulled upward by ropes, his entire body stretched so that he could barely stand on tiptoe. His hair was disheveled, his clothes ragged, and there was little intact skin on his body. The remaining skin was covered with bedsores, even crawling with maggots. His head was drooping, his hair disheveled, obscuring his face. He looked like he was on his last legs.

Wen Wan resisted the urge to vomit and subconsciously took a half step back.

Mo Sufang's voice came from behind.

"Do you know who he is?"

Wen Wan covered her mouth with her hands, her eyebrows slightly furrowed.

Then she felt a chill in her palm and recognized it as Mo Sufang's Japanese sword.

Mo Sufang pressed the knife into her hand and pushed her shoulder forward. "This man is Duke Wei, Wei Zheng's father who disappeared fifteen years ago."

Wen Wan's head "boomed"

The voice behind him suddenly became sharp: "Your token of loyalty is to kill him!"

Mo Sufang stopped her from retreating and said, "Kill him, and I'll believe you."

"Duke Wei..." Wen Wan's breathing became completely disordered. "How could he be in your hands? I heard... Fifteen years ago, during the Kyoto Rebellion, he followed Prince Fu..."

Wenwan turned her head.

All I saw was Mo Sufang's cold jade earrings.

"Could it be...you are Prince Fu's man?"

"My father was once an aide to Prince Fu."

"That night, Wei Fengshan and his men killed my entire family. I was the only one who escaped with Prince Fu. During that time, we captured Wei Fengshan and were stranded on a deserted island together."

"After Prince Fu died, I took the remaining troops and hid here and there. If Wei Zheng hadn't been investigating closely over the past two years, I wouldn't have been forced to hide here."

Wen Wan's scalp tingled, "So... Duke Wei has been in your hands all along?" She looked at the hanging prisoner in front of her. His age matched, but his appearance... she couldn't see clearly.

But this man's ribs were protruding, and his belly was bulging, the result of eating too much mud. There were obvious yoke marks on his neck, and at his ankles... the white bones that had been gnawed by rats were exposed, like a dried human skin.

"That's right. He betrayed his former master, so I tortured him to death."

Mo Sufang noticed her resistance and turned her head towards the figure. "That's perfect. Be a good person and give him a quick death. I believe you and Wei Zheng are done with each other."