Qualification?
Everyone says she’s not qualified.
Unfortunately, Shan Cheng isn’t Si Snake, otherwise, she would have asked him what he ant by qualification.
She only pretended to sow discord between him and Ayimulan, not really intending to win him over.
After that, the two of them said no more.
In the inn, ng Qianqian didn’t pay much attention to those teams, but on the road, she began to observe them closely.
If they too are headed for Liuli Island, perhaps she can use them to get rid of Ayimulan and Shan Cheng.
Counting them in, there were over ten teams, but ng Qianqian was only concerned about three of them.
One team was a rchant caravan escorted by an escort agency, comprising dozens of people, well-equipped, clearly wealthy.
Another team consisted of a few knights from the worldly society, less than ten, but each highly skilled in martial arts.
The third team was Western Region nobles. Which princely state they belonged to was unclear, but their presence was prominent, leading at the forefront.
Lu Yuan and her brother hadn’t caught up yet; it was unclear if this was good or bad.
After all, she was unsure whether the Loulan King or Ayimulan was more dangerous.
When she initially learned that the two were at odds, she thought about letting them fight like clams and cranes, but now it seed that this plan wouldn’t work temporarily.
Perhaps to avoid such a situation, Ayimulan intentionally withdrew from Shanshan City.
The desert, with its blazing sun.
When departing, everyone was full of vigor.
But after two or three days, so inexperienced small teams began to struggle.
The further they went, the stranger the weather beca.
The days were scorching hot, but at night, the cold would make you shiver.
On ng Qianqian’s side, thanks to Shan Cheng’s ample preparations, they hadn’t suffered much yet.
Compared to those three teams, ng Qianqian and her group didn’t stand out much, so they didn’t attract much attention along the way.
Those struggling small teams naturally didn’t consider them when seeking help.
ng Qianqian was happy to enjoy the peace.
Ayimulan felt the sa.
After another day of long trekking, the group found an open space in the desert to set up camp.
The past few days of interaction made everyone familiar with each other, except for ng Qianqian’s group.
They never mingled with others or fought for territory, always staying far away.
That day, Mo Yi lit a fire as usual, and ng Qianqian’s group sat around the campfire.
Ya’er took out so dry food and tea, set up a small pot, and added a piece of ghee.
"Why is soone grilling at?"
A curious voice ca from not far away.
Throughout the journey, ng Qianqian didn’t seem like she was entering a desert, but rather returning to her mother’s ho, with grilled at and ghee tea at every al.
Initially, everyone had plenty of dry food and could tolerate it.
As they went further and most began to struggle and barely manage, ng Qianqian’s food started to make people envious.
A big burly man approached; it was the one who had made the earlier comnt.
ng Qianqian rembered him.
He wasn’t part of any caravan and was traveling with two other knights from the worldly society.
He was one of those ng Qianqian deed of no cooperative value.
"Uh, hey."
He rubbed his fat hands with a smile, "Where did you guys get the grilled at?"
Mo’er snorted, "Brought it ourselves, didn’t you see?"
"I saw, I saw."
He nodded vigorously, swallowing his saliva, "Can I have a bite? It’s been days without at, and I’m almost forgetting what it tastes like!"
Mo’er snorted coldly, "Why didn’t you bring it yourself if you wanted to eat it?"
The burly man scratched his head, "No one said we’d be walking this many days in the desert, I thought with our pace, we’d cross it in a few days."
"Fatty! You finished your at on the first day!"
His companion reprimanded.
The burly man was abashed, rolling his eyes awkwardly.
ng Qianqian laughed and said to Ya’er, "Give him a piece."
"Yes, Miss."
Ya’er complied.
Mo’er grumbled discontentedly, "We don’t have much at left either, where are we going to get more once it’s gone?"
ng Qianqian said airy and lightly, "If it’s gone, I’ll find my brother. With his capabilities, a few pieces of at should be no problem for him."
Mo’er was montarily speechless.
Ya’er glared at her, placing a thick piece of at on a plate and handing it to the burly man, "Sir Knight."
The burly man took it excitedly, "Thanks to this young lady!"
ng Qianqian wore a cloak, hiding her pregnant belly, and with her two maids calling her Miss, the burly man assud she was an unmarried young lady.
ng Qianqian didn’t explain, only nodded politely.
The burly man returned to his companions, not eating alone, but sharing it with them.
A man of righteousness indeed.
During dinner, a small incident occurred.
Over at the nobles’ camp, to ward off the cold, a few drank alcohol.
One who called himself Third Master appeared tipsy and unrestrained in speech.
Talking about others was one thing, but he ntioned the Loulan Queen rather frivolously.
"Aren’t you afraid that by speaking so lightly of the Loulan Queen, you’ll lose your head if she finds out?"
One of the escort masters asked.
Not out of righteousness, but more like adding fuel to the fire.
Third Master waved his hand grandly, holding a wine jug in drunken defiance, "Am I afraid of her? That old lady, when she begged for Third Master’s favor back then, you were still wetting your pants!"
Mo Yi tightened his grip on the Tang Blade.
Ayimulan’s expression remained unchanged, as if she hadn’t been the one insulted.
The next morning.
Third Master’s head was cut off and hung on a bamboo pole.
Alongside it was the head of that escort master.
Ayimulan sat atop a cal, calmly and steadily passing by in front of the heads.
After this event, ng Qianqian never heard anyone bad-mouthing the Loulan Queen again.
She still hadn’t found out which princely state those nobles ca from.
Apparently to avoid causing further issues, they also didn’t grandly investigate Third Master’s death.
The burly man who asked ng Qianqian for at was a chance for her to connect with the outside world.
Unfortunately, after the incident, everyone beca more cautious; the burly man tried several tis to approach ng Qianqian but was always dissuaded by his companions.
She overheard his two companions say their group was the most suspicious, looking the least conspicuous but living the most comfortably, with the killer probably among them.
She had to admit, he guessed correctly.
The neat cuts were clearly Mo Yi’s sword technique.
This made ng Qianqian look at the burly man’s team in a new light.
Patience is key.
If she doesn’t give up, the opportunity will co.
ng Qianqian herself didn’t expect the turning point to co so quickly.
A sudden sandstorm buried half the people; almost all the teams were halved.
The burly man lost one companion, too.
Before catching a breath, the water source they found was poisoned when they staggered out.
Half of the remaining people fell, vomiting and diarrheic, lives hanging by a thread.
ng Qianqian looked at the collapsed crowd, realizing her opportunity had finally arrived!
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