CHAPTER 861: CHAPTER 706: SHAMELESS QIANQIAN

"Why does Ayimulan want to kill my older brother?"

Xun Wu couldn’t understand.

Their assassination plans against Ayimulan couldn’t have been leaked, Ayimulan had no reason to kill his older brother.

Meng Qianqian narrowed her eyes and said, "It’s not Ayimulan, it’s the Loulan Witch."

"What?"

A tumultuous wave passed through Xun Wu’s heart.

He felt like today’s shocks were coming one after another, leaving him somewhat overwhelmed.

He considered himself fairly smart, but whether it was his older brother’s decision or Meng Qianqian’s response, he was having a hard time keeping up.

Are these two people really strangers?

Why is there an unbreakable tacit understanding between them?

Not just himself, even Lu Yuan probably couldn’t break this tacit understanding either?

"You and my older brother..."

Xun Wu hesitated to speak.

He knew he shouldn’t ask.

But he couldn’t restrain his curiosity.

Clearly, it was his older brother and Lu Yuan who were sworn brothers, so why was his older brother closer to her?

Closer...

He actually used that word for his older brother who was cold as a knife.

Who exactly were she and that little girl named Tan’er, to make his older brother protect them at all costs, even with his life?

Xun Wu faced off with Meng Qianqian, appearing to be responding anew, but his mind had long since been thrown into chaos.

Several times, he exposed flaws in front of Meng Qianqian.

But Meng Qianqian had no intent to kill him.

"Aren’t you going to save your older brother? Do you really want him to die at the hands of the Loulan Witch?"

Meng Qianqian urged.

"Do you know something?"

"Just a guess, with no basis. If you have doubts, you might as well go ask Xun Yi, provided he’s still alive."

The last sentence struck Xun Wu’s heart.

Unwillingly, he glanced at Ayimulan, who had been watching the drama unfold calmly, gritted his teeth, and waved his hand, "Retreat!"

He led a large group of assassins away in a grand display.

Mo Yi didn’t pursue.

Compared to chasing after a defeated foe, he was more afraid of falling into a diversionary tactic.

After all, people from the Central Plains were very cunning.

After this event, his wariness naturally increased a bit.

He quickly returned to Ayimulan’s side, glaring at Meng Qianqian with hawk-like focus.

Meng Qianqian was gracefully retrieving the silver needles she had shot out, one by one.

Mo Yi frowned.

Ayimulan said, "You shouldn’t have sent them away, you’ll be in great danger next."

"Oh, is that so?"

After collecting the silver needles, Meng Qianqian casually walked over to the iron cage that had been thrown aside. Her jade-like fingertip gently tapped it, as if asking, "Do you mind?"

Ayimulan said, "Feel free."

Meng Qianqian opened the birdcage.

The Hunting Eagle came out grumbling.

Finally free, it spread its wide wings and soared into the sky, reveling in the heights.

It wasn’t until Ayimulan’s Hai Dongqing, like spotting prey, flew towards it, causing its feathers to bristle, that it scurried back to Meng Qianqian’s wrist in a huff.

Wearing silver thread gloves, Meng Qianqian wasn’t afraid of its sharp claws.

While Ayimulan’s Hai Dongqing settled on a nearby treetop, its sharp eyes fixed intently on the Hunting Eagle.

As if waiting for its master’s command to swallow the little creature whole.

The Hunting Eagle buried its head in Meng Qianqian’s arms, leaving only its tufted tail exposed.

Meng Qianqian: "...You’re an eagle, not an ostrich."

Hunting Eagle: Doesn’t matter.

When Treasure Piggy does it, it does it too!

Having a cowardly eagle like this under her command was certainly embarrassing for Meng Qianqian as a commander.

She twitched the corner of her mouth and muttered softly, "We’ll deal with you later."

Hunting Eagle: Deal later, staying alive is the priority!

Ayimulan curled her lips and said, "Will you come with me on your own, or should I have Mo Yi tie you up and take you? If I were you, I’d choose the first option to avoid more pain."

"Come with you?"

Meng Qianqian skeptically looked at her.

"I’m planning to return to Loulan."

Ayimulan said.

Meng Qianqian smiled, "You’ve been here only a few days, haven’t yet fully experienced the culture and customs of the Capital City, leaving so hastily might leave regrets."

Ayimulan calmly said, "I’ve done what I needed to do, and the person I sought is now before me; for me, there’s nothing to regret."

Mo Yi said, "Princess Consort, her Martial Arts are above that man just now, perhaps we should cripple her Martial Arts directly."

Ayimulan replied, "Mo Yi, you won’t be able to cripple her Martial Arts."

Ayimulan’s gaze remained on Meng Qianqian’s face, "With a hostage in hand, she’ll comply."

The situation’s development didn’t completely surprise Meng Qianqian, but it certainly left her feeling astonished.

Just a few hours ago, she was still sleeping at the Governor Mansion, and now she was about to be taken to Loulan?

Ayimulan seemed to see through Meng Qianqian’s little scheming thoughts and pointedly said, "No need to stall for time, waiting for them to rescue you."

Meng Qianqian raised an eyebrow, "Oh? You’ve already sent them off?"

Ayimulan said, "I won’t give them time, we’re leaving immediately."

Meng Qianqian: "..."

The Guard General commanded his men to clean up the aftermath, moving the corpses that needed to be moved, transferring the wounded, and clearing the battlefield in a manner and speed that seemed familiar to Meng Qianqian.

She laughed out loud.

Mo Yi frowned, "Why are you laughing?"

Meng Qianqian smiled faintly, "Laughing because your Princess Consort has read quite a bit of the Shang Family’s Military Book."

Her father’s Military Book didn’t just record military strategies, but detailed how to deploy before and after battles, leaving no stones unturned.

Once everything was properly accounted for, the General said to Ayimulan, "Princess Consort, the carriage is ready."

Ayimulan glanced at Meng Qianqian, "Let’s go."

Mo Yi gripped his waist-held Tang Blade tightly, showing every intention to stab Meng Qianqian if she dared to play tricks.

Meng Qianqian amusingly glanced at him, and composedly followed Ayimulan onto the carriage.

Not all the envoys from Loulan had left; most stayed behind, likely to mislead the young Emperor and the court’s attention.

Ayimulan only brought along Mo Yi and a few trusted aides.

Surprisingly, Du Nu was among these people.

"Didn’t see Mo Ye."

She commented while seated in the carriage.

Ayimulan calmly said, "I don’t need useless people by my side."

Meng Qianqian smiled, "Mo Ye, who’ve lost his fighting spirit, is indeed less handy than a blade."

As she said this, her gaze impressively swept across Mo Yi, sitting inside the carriage.

Mo Yi’s stare was cold enough to freeze rivers and mountains.

But Meng Qianqian didn’t care.

She lifted the curtain, smiling at Du Nu who had finally mounted his horse and said, "Did you hear? The Princess Consort doesn’t keep useless people around; you’d better train your Martial Arts back quickly, or the next Mo Ye to be discarded will be you."

Du Nu glared fiercely at Meng Qianqian.

But Meng Qianqian ignored him, closing the curtain with a smile.

Mo Yi threatened, "If you keep sowing discord, I’ll cut out your tongue!"

Meng Qianqian showed no fear, "Cut out my tongue, and I’ll cut off your manhood."

Mo Yi felt a chill in his lower abdomen, and when he looked down, her silver needle had somehow come to rest against his...

He was livid with embarrassment, his ears turning red.

After a while, he choked out, "You...shameless!"