Tang Zan was sowhat surprised. Usually, Pei Shu’er was nice to the people of the third house, but this was a matter of life and death.
She wasn’t unaware of the consequences of entering the mountain stronghold—it was surely a nine out of ten chance of dying.
From the previous two people’s descriptions, the stronghold was full of countless experts, and they had no choice but to resort to banditry.
Most of them were governnt officials, a bunch of strategist types of people.
The two of them together with seventy to eighty others had to rescue the people from the third house, which was almost impossible.
He was going because they were his family, and even if it ant death, he couldn’t abandon them.
But Pei Shu’er, why would she do this for his family?
"I can go alone."
Pei Shu’er laughed, "No worries, they’re my family too."
Tang Zan glanced at Pei Shu’er, his eyes deep, his thin lips pressed into a line, not saying another word.
Then Tang Zan saw Pei Shu’er taking a muddy, dark-colored liquid and saring it on his face.
He couldn’t see what he looked like and could only choose to trust Pei Shu’er.
Her movents were gentle and quick, then she drew his eyebrows and used a black cream to outline the area around his eyes.
Finally, she sared her fingers on his face, he didn’t know what she was doing.
Tang Zan was so tickled by Pei Shu’er’s gentle touch that he couldn’t help but want Pei Shu’er to hurry, but he knew so things couldn’t be rushed.
Pei Shu’er finished with Tang Zan’s face, took a copper mirror from her bundle, and held it up to Tang Zan.
Tang Zan saw himself in the mirror.
He almost couldn’t believe it; Pei Shu’er’s saring had forcibly turned him from himself into that tall bandit.
Pei Shu’er was more impressive than he had imagined.
Not only was she good at cooking, but her disguise skills were also top-notch.
Pei Shu’er painted her own makeup in the copper mirror, finishing it faster, taking just a quarter of an hour.
Seeing Tang Zan there with a frown, his back straight like a poplar tree, his whole atmosphere extraordinary, clearly not a normal person.
She couldn’t help but laugh.
"You can’t be like this, too upright, don’t keep your waist too straight, and tone down your aura."
Tang Zan changed according to Pei Shu’er’s suggestions, and the two headed towards the Skyline.
If it weren’t for the two bandits guiding the way, they wouldn’t even know how to walk through this crevice.
After passing through the crevice, they saw the mountain stronghold on the other side.
It was a valley, slightly better in climate than outside; counting the seasons, it was actually early autumn.
The valley also entirely showed signs of autumn.
There were crops, but the area for planting wasn’t large, probably why they needed to rob outside.
Outside the stronghold was a wooden gate guarded by four people, who, upon seeing the two, laughed.
"Shorty, Tall Guy, why did you guys take so long? Where’s the wine the Big Master asked you to buy?"
Pei Shu’er waved the wine in her hand towards everyone.
"It’s here."
When she spoke, Tang Zan looked at Pei Shu’er sowhat surprised.
That voice really was identical to the short person’s earlier.
Pei Shu’er could even mimic others’ speech and faced these bandits without any stage fright.
Everyone laughed and exchanged a knowing glance with Pei Shu’er.
"Quickly deliver it, the show starts after dinner."
Pei Shu’er smiled, and after leaving the Gatekeeper, Pei Shu’er and Tang Zan exchanged a glance, fearing the worst.
It was likely that they would act against the people of the third house today.
But for now, they could only continue to move forward.
They delivered the wine to the Big Master, and afterward, Pei Shu’er was placed at the very end for dinner.
The al was decent, with wine, at, and so vegetables.
But considering these people seed to have a habit of cannibalism,
Pei Shu’er didn’t dare to eat at, only vegetables and rice.
Tang Zan did the sa.
As Pei Shu’er ate, she observed the surroundings, ntally noting the setup of the entire grand hall.
Three people sat high in the grand hall, with a heroic man in the center, likely the Big Master.
He seed around thirty, had strong features, and a sturdy build, probably a general before.
He held a woman in his arms, who was enchantingly beautiful, clinging to him as if boneless, serving him food from ti to ti.
The Big Master evidently liked this woman very much, his left arm always holding her.
To the left of the Big Master sat a plump man, with squinty eyes and thick lips, giving a greasy feeling.
This was likely the Second Master.
To the right of the Big Master sat a man in white robes, draped in fox fur, holding a hand warr.
This man’s skin was fair, his features handso, but a sickly aura surrounded him, frequently covering his mouth to cough.
Pei Shu’er understood why only the Second Master shouted about wanting to sleep with the War Princess. The Big Master was full, and the Third Master lacked physical health.
The Second Master was probably frustrated staring at such a beauty he couldn’t have.
During dinner, several bandits escorted in so people, with Liu Xu and Tang Qingning at the forefront.
Aunt Lin, Tang Qingrou, Ma, and Yinxing were also among them.
As for Mrs. Li, she was likely starved recently, placed at the very end of the lineup, and there were others who were fugitives, but Pei Shu’er hadn’t had much contact with them.
The Second Master drooled at Liu Xu and Tang Qingning.
Liu Xu had the beauty of a delicate willow swaying in the wind; Tang Qingning was even more beautiful, though lacked Liu Xu’s charm.
So each had their unique beauty.
The bandits’ eyes had long turned green.
This was the only batch of newcors this year; they hadn’t seen so many won in a long ti.
Pei Shu’er held her breath for Tang Qingning, Liu Xu, and Yinxing, afraid these people would go wild while eating.
She discreetly took a bottle from her space containing a drug that rendered n impotent.
But it needed to be ingested, and Pei Shu’er pondered how to make those people take it.
Right, there was the wine.
The wine they bought earlier hadn’t been served yet.
Even if many drank the wine, finding everyone impotent would be odd.
But n are creatures of pride.
Who would confess their impotence?
At most, they’d think they drank too much and just couldn’t perform, not blaming themselves.
Further, the drug had a ti limit, only ensuring one night of impotence.
But it was enough.
During the day, they probably still had farming to do; who has the energy to sleep with won?
Maybe the Second Master really would choose to sleep during the day.
Then... should I make the drug stronger?
If so, two or three days of impotence would give her more ti to act.
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