A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life[3]

C289: Empire Mu

Wu Dahu saw through the purpose of Muhammad just at a glance. He whispered to Song Qinghan in the ear, "He seemed to 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 chooses 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 of 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 sunset.

Numerous colorful flags were 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 to 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 men 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 casual 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 different image from 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 facing 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 the 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 on 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 to 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.