Meanwhile, the Thirteenth Prince received a secret letter from the White Lotus Sect, informing him that they needed another batch of grain. The Thirteenth Prince and the Seventeenth Prince, along with their workers, went to the granary and began preparations.
Seventeen dusted himself off and went to the entrance of the granary. Watching the workers bustling about, he said with a touch of self-deprecation, "At this rate, I think we could all get rich by selling grain..."
Thirteen stepped down from the carriage, soothed the restless horse, and said with a smile, "This is the third time we've delivered goods to them. Our food reserves are limited, we need to speed up the plan..."
Seventeenth Master glanced back at the granary's inventory, then a sudden idea struck him. "Thirteenth Brother," he said, "why don't we just kidnap this branch leader and make her lead the way?"
Thirteen Master sighed and said helplessly, "You think it's easy. Although they are all women, they are all highly skilled in martial arts. I'm afraid she will take her own life before we can even hold her hostage."
Seventeenth Master slapped his forehead, annoyed, and said, "That's right. The small fry we've captured haven't revealed a single thing, let alone these leaders. I'm really curious about the White Lotus Sect leader. What kind of woman could have such great abilities?"
Thirteen gazed wistfully into the distance and said calmly, "It's just a pity that I'm in a heretical cult and can't be used by the Qing Dynasty."
Suddenly, one of the workers, carrying grain on his shoulder, lost his balance and nearly fell. Thirteenth Master quickly rushed forward to help him up, asking with concern, "What happened? Are you hurt anywhere?"
The waiter, originally a guard brought by the Thirteenth Prince, looked at the Thirteenth Prince apologetically, touched his knee, and said, "It's nothing, Your Highness, it's just an old ailment of mine..."
The Thirteenth Prince breathed a sigh of relief, and the waiter next to him laughed and said, "Your Highness, he has a cold that he had before. It starts to hurt whenever the weather changes!"
Seventeenth Master looked up at the sky and laughed, "Nonsense, how could the weather change on such a fine day..."
The waiter, anxious, explained, "I'm telling the truth. Don't be fooled by the good weather now; it'll change in a few hours. It's our weather forecast, it's absolutely accurate..."
The worker, squatting on the ground, blushed and whispered, "That's right, Your Highness, please forgive my foolishness! My knees always hurt terribly when the weather changes! I can't walk this time, and there should be a heavy rainstorm soon..."
Thirteenth Prince was stunned, still looking unconvinced, and argued with the two of them. Suddenly, his eyes lit up, he pulled up his knees, and exclaimed in surprise, "Are you telling the truth?"
The waiter looked astonished and nodded blankly. Thirteenth Master immediately perked up, hugged Seventeenth Master, and exclaimed, "I've got it! This time it'll definitely work..."
Thirteenth Master turned to everyone and ordered, "Everyone, hurry up! We have a big battle to fight today... If we succeed, everyone will be rewarded..."
Seventeenth Master looked bewildered, grabbed Thirteenth Master, and asked, "Thirteenth Brother, what are you talking about? What battle...?"
Seventeenth Master was so excited he couldn't speak. He pointed to the sky and said, "Even the heavens are on our side. Just wait for good news..."
Thirteen deliberately delayed, transporting three thousand dan of grain to the agreed-upon dock. But suddenly the weather darkened, with heavy, oppressive clouds that seemed about to collapse. A fierce storm arose, and the sea instantly became turbulent, with waves crashing onto the shore in layers, threatening rain.
The Green-Clad Hall Master arrived as scheduled with his men and boat.
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