Chapter 300: Chapter 300 - 300 Minister under the Skirt (22)

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In the hall, many people were bound, and Hei Liu was tied up alone to a post, while the rest who were not tied up were all people from the ship.

But from the current situation, it was clear these people had already mutinied.

Chuzheng sat on Hei Liu’s throne, her fingertips drumming against her wrist, her expression carrying a hint of coolness as she looked down indifferently, like a queen looking down upon the mountains and rivers.

This was the scene Xie Shu witnessed when he entered.

He was led over by someone.

What had happened?

Chuzheng looked over at him, her voice clear and cold, “Woken up?”

Her voice was actually quite pleasant, but it carried a chill, like a flowing icy spring.

Xie Shu replied, “Wu Di woke me with noise.”

Chuzheng glanced at Wu Di.

Wu Di: “…” I was scared, okay?

Chuzheng stood up, extending her hand toward Xie Shu.

Xie Shu hesitated, silently reminding himself of his own status, and placed his hand in hers.

However, Xie Shu had not expected Chuzheng to let him sit, while she stood to one side.

“Miss, we’ve found the person.”

Someone came in from outside.

Chuzheng nodded, “Bring him in.”

Murong Ce, with his mouth gagged and arms held, was dragged in. His legs were of no use, and he was thrown to the ground, landing directly on the floor.

His disheveled appearance bore no trace of a noble young master.

Murong Ce lifted his head, his wolf-like fierce gaze landing on Xie Shu before quickly shifting to Chuzheng.

Murong Ce did not know that the person who had purchased Xie Shu was Chuzheng.

Only now did he realize that Chuzheng was also on this ship.

“Biting the hand that feeds you?” Chuzheng looked at Hei Liu, “Quite bold.”

Hei Liu’s face turned as black as the bottom of a pot. Time was running out, and if he didn’t act now, he would lose the chance, so Hei Liu chose today to make his move.

Little did he know, instead of capturing the target, he ended up captured himself.

“If you kill me, you won’t reach your destination,” Hei Liu spoke out.

“Oh, is that so?”

“Hmph, no one knows this route besides me, Hei Liu. Even if we are about to arrive, without me, Hei Liu, you won’t make it,” Hei Liu was confident.

“I never said I was going to kill you.”

Chuzheng stepped down the wooden stairs.

“What do you want then?”

Chuzheng didn’t reply, instead, she turned her gaze toward Murong Ce.

In her palm, she flipped out two metal spikes and handed them to Hei Liu, “Do as I say and you’ll not only live, but you’ll also gain more benefits.”

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Hei Liu looked at Murong Ce.

Murong Ce could not speak and could only widen his eyes.

He knew very well what those things were; he had personally driven them into Xie Shu’s legs.

After an internal struggle, Hei Liu had no choice but to agree to Chuzheng’s proposal. He didn’t want to die, and his only bargaining chip was the shipping route. Hei Liu didn’t know, as she pressured him, whether he would be able to hold out.

Now Chuzheng was offering him another way out.

Chuzheng bent down to meet Murong Ce’s gaze, “Murong Ce, I regret not getting rid of you last time.”

“Mmm mmm mmm!!”

Murong Ce roared through his gagged throat.

Chuzheng’s cold words crashed down, “Did you think you could touch my people?”

Hei Liu: “Miss, I must remind you, he is from the Murong Family. If you do anything to him, aren’t you afraid of the Murong Family’s retaliation?”

Once they reached Dongyuan, it would be within the Murong Family’s sphere of influence.

Chuzheng, with her arms folded, looked at Hei Liu, “You were the one who acted, not me.”

Hei Liu: “…” He wanted to live, so he had to kill Murong Ce, but once Murong Ce was dead, he would almost certainly have no way to escape.

This woman…

Was terrifying.

Hei Liu felt a chill shoot up from his soles to his forehead.

He had run this route for so many years.

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The big shots from Dongyuan had encountered him before, but he never felt like this, as though his entire being had turned cold.

Just one look from her made one feel as if falling into a deep abyss.

“I understand,” Hei Liu took a deep breath, “Young Master Murong has never boarded my ship.”

Chuzheng stepped onto the stairs, bent down, and met Xie Shu’s gaze, “Want to do it yourself?”

Xie Shu moved past Chuzheng, looking towards Murong Ce.

He shook his head.

“Then let’s go back.”

Chuzheng rose to her feet, arm in arm with Xie Shu.

Murong Ce watched the departing figures of Chuzheng and Xie Shu, roaring in protest.

Hei Liu ordered his men to restrain him.

Murong Ce glared furiously.

“I apologize, Young Master Murong,” said Hei Liu, “This world is the survival of the fittest; I had no choice.”

The incident arose quickly and was quelled just as fast.

As far as Hei Liu and the others were concerned, they would rather not remember it, thank you.

Yao Ye didn’t find out about the incident until the next day. He merely sighed, as if such occurrences were usual. He felt neither sympathy for Hei Liu nor thought Chuzheng had gone too far.

The transfer station was just a desolate little town.

The population was sparse, and if one wished to go to Dongyuan, they had to find someone else.

However, with Hei Liu acting as a connector and Chuzheng’s financial backing, negotiations with the other party were quickly settled.

The departure was set for Zi Hour.

They would still need to take a ship.

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Half a month later.

Dongyuan Pingqiu Prefecture, coastline.

Thick fog spread over the distant sea, the blazing sun unable to penetrate that layer of mist, as if something terrifying resided within it.

However, at that moment, a vague shadow emerged from the fog.

It was a large ship with black sails, moving at high speed. In the blink of an eye, it had cut through the fog and neared the shore.

Two small boats gradually approached the shore, delivering people to the coast, then returned to the big ship, which disappeared back into the fog, out of sight.

“This is Dongyuan,” Yao Ye led the way, “Where do you want to go? Maybe we can travel together.”

“What place is this?” Chuzheng asked.

“This is Pingqiu Prefecture,” Yao Ye, familiar with Dongyuan, provided commentary, “Pingqiu Prefecture covers a wide area with harsh conditions and a mix of people. It’s considered a lawless zone. People here are extremely vicious; take extra care.”

Dongyuan is divided into prefectures, and each prefecture is further divided into various towns and cities.

Apart from the Shen, Jun, and Murong families, there are other clans as well, and these jurisdictions are clearly demarcated.

Pingqiu Prefecture is the only territory that hasn’t been allocated.

All the shady activities, such as ‘smuggling’, basically take place here in Pingqiu Prefecture.

Seeing Xie Shu lagging behind, Chuzheng, holding the Tianjin Mouse, stopped to wait for him.

“Miss Jun, I won’t run,” Xie Shu raised his eyebrows and smiled, “Rest assured.”

Chuzheng: “…”

A passive-aggressive Good Person Card.

Chuzheng pulled his cloak tighter around him, sweeping Wu Di off his shoulder. With a flutter, Wu Di fell to the ground.

“If I see it again, I’ll strip its fur off.”

Wu Di: “…”

“Miss Jun, no need to get upset over a little creature; I quite like it,” Xie Shu spoke up for Wu Di.

“I’ll get you a leash for it,” Chuzheng suggested, “It doesn’t deserve to stand on your shoulder.”

Xie Shu: “…”

Wu Di: “…” The boss is really after me!

“Why is the weather here so chilly?” Chuzheng asked Yao Ye, who was ahead.

Yao Ye was covering his arms, using Xuan Qi Protecting Body.

There was no breeze, the weather was clear, but for some reason, it was very cold.

“I haven’t been back in a long time; maybe Dongyuan is in winter?” Yao Ye wasn’t sure. According to his schedule, Dongyuan should be transitioning from spring to summer at this time and should be warming up, not this cold.

Could it be that he was away for too long and misremembered?

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