Wei Jing was able to identify it as tamarisk when it was mixed with other fragrance powders.
Now, smelling this scent on its own, it feels incredibly familiar!
The disgust in his eyes was almost impossible to conceal.
Such sinister things should never have appeared in Nanjing. Their appearance will surely cause great chaos...
Regardless of whether it has anything to do with Jiang Mingwei's disappearance, this thing shouldn't exist at all!
Wei Jing's eyes were cold and sinister as he looked at the spice vendor in front of him.
Without saying a word, he raised his foot and kicked hard.
Ouch!
With a scream, the spice vendor tumbled down the stairs!
He rubbed his lower back in pain, his face filled with despair.
"Sir, why did you hit me for no reason? What grudge do I have against you that you would treat me like this?"
"What grudge do you hold against me? Since you sell Dharani Incense, how could you not know what it is? How could you not know that it is addictive and that if you smell it too much, you will become dependent on it!"
Wei Jing was furious, his eyes filled with coldness.
Mentioning the incense of Dharani stirs up some long-buried memories, bringing with them an indescribable annoyance and anger...
He gritted his teeth, almost wanting to tear the spice vendor in front of him to pieces!
"With just this spice, even if I reported you to the authorities, it wouldn't be too much for you to go to jail or beheaded. How could you have the nerve to do this? How dare you?"
Upon hearing that he would be reported to the authorities and beheaded, the spice merchant was terrified. He knelt down repeatedly, apologizing and kowtowing loudly, begging for mercy.
Wei Jing glared at him fiercely, showing no intention of letting him go.
Hua Cui was momentarily stunned.
Hua Cui and others, aren't they here to see the young lady? Why are they so interested in Tuoluo Xiang?
And why does the Second Master look so annoyed when the mention of Dharani incense is mentioned?
His eyes were filled with hostility, bloodshot, and he looked furious.
Hua Cui rarely saw him with such an expression, and couldn't help but feel afraid.
He asked cautiously, "Second Master, is there any connection between this incense and Miss's disappearance? Why did your face turn so pale when you saw it?"
Wei Jing snapped out of his daze, lowered his eyes, and concealed the deep sorrow in them.
"This Dharani incense... it just shouldn't have appeared!"
As for why it's not possible, he has already experienced it firsthand.
The border war between Nanjing and the northern border lasted for decades.
Every war is extremely brutal, resulting in countless deaths and injuries.
Every day, countless wounded soldiers were carried off the battlefield. Some were lucky enough to suffer only minor injuries, while others were seriously injured, losing limbs and never again able to run and chase freely like ordinary people.
He lay in bed all day, wailing and crying in pain, and sometimes even went mad from the pain in the middle of the night.
As Wei Zhi's deputy general, he would often visit the wounded soldiers in the camp.
Firstly, to understand their situation; secondly, to reassure them.
Let the soldiers who are fighting bravely know that as soldiers, they have never abandoned wounded soldiers who are unable to fight!
Every time Wei Jing went there, he felt like he was heading to hell on earth.
They had long lost the will to live; they just wanted a quick death. More than one person pleaded with him to kill him and stop him from suffering any longer...
How could Wei Jing, as a deputy general, possibly do such a thing?
This is against military regulations!
So all he could tell them was to be patient.
Once the injury heals, everything will be fine.
He would never forget the sight of those soldiers weeping and wailing in front of him.
They said, "Deputy General Wei, it's hopeless! I've already lost an arm and a leg, how can I possibly recover?"
"Just kill me, I can't take it anymore! Tell my mother I'm an unfilial son!"
Upon hearing this, cries of grief echoed in my ears.
No matter how much Wei Jing tried to comfort him, it was all in vain...
A profound despair enveloped them, to the point that Wei Jing ultimately fled in disarray.
He couldn't help these wounded soldiers, so he had no choice but to run away.
But that very night, he heard the devastating news.
This soldier could not bear the pain and did not want to become a cripple in the future. After all, he was a brave young general who had killed more than twenty northern soldiers on the battlefield!
But in the future, he'll only be called a cripple...
Unable to bear such a huge drop in status, he bit off his tongue and committed suicide.
With this precedent set, more and more soldiers followed his example and hanged themselves in various ways.
Without exception, they all could not endure inhuman suffering.
Especially in the hot summer, no matter how thorough the military doctors are, there are always times when there are too many wounded and they cannot treat them in time. As a result, the wounds will be crawling with maggots.
What does it matter to die under such torment?
It truly is a relief!
Wei Jing could hardly believe that they were living a life worse than death.
His rank was too low, so he had no choice but to ask his elder brother, who was a soldier, for help, hoping that he could come up with a way to help these soldiers.
Wei Zhi smiled and patted him on the shoulder to comfort him, telling him that everything would be alright after tonight.
At the time, Wei Jing did not know why he had spoken up like that.
The next day, he was surprised to find that even though the soldier's wounds were still worsening, they were obviously not in as much pain!
The wails inside the tents subsided considerably.
In the following days, everything got better and better, but he smelled a strange fragrance in his tent.
It doesn't smell bad, it just seems strange.
If he smelled it too much, he would feel dizzy, yet also have a feeling of walking on clouds.
His battle-hardened intuition told Wei Jing that something was wrong with these spices!
So he immediately reported the matter to his elder brother, hoping that he could help deal with it.
But Wei Zhi only showed his usual gentle smile, reached out and patted his shoulder, his gaze filled with helplessness and doting.
He sighed and said, "Second brother, you are a good person in every way, except that you are too upright. This is a good thing, it shows that you are a loyal person, but you must be flexible in your actions. Their suffering has been halved now, all because of that spice!"
“I made them use it. If they don’t, they will only live in misery every day. Is that what you want to see? You can say that your brother has gone too far, but I am doing it for their own good.”
Wei Jing was stunned, never expecting that Wei Zhi had ordered the use of these spices!
Later, he finally found out what the spice was.
It is a spice from the North, which can numb pain and even cause hallucinations, but is extremely addictive!
In the North, it was a rare commodity because its effects were so insidious that few people used it; it was practically a banned drug.
But Wei Zhi actually found it and used it on his own soldiers.
This should have been wrong, but seeing that the soldiers' faces showed less despair and pain, and that no one was crying out for death anymore, Wei Jing was lost in confusion...
Is using this medicine the right or wrong thing to do?
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