Qualification?
Everyone says she’s not qualified.
Unfortunately, Shan Cheng isn’t Si Snake, otherwise, she would have asked him what he meant 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, Meng 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 Meng Qianqian was only concerned about three of them.
One team was a merchant caravan escorted by an escort agency, prising 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 seemed 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, some inexperienced small teams began to struggle.
The further they went, the stranger the weather became.
The days were scorching hot, but at night, the cold would make you shiver.
On Meng Qianqian’s side, thanks to Shan Cheng’s ample preparations, they hadn’t suffered much yet.
pared to those three teams, Meng 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.
Meng Qianqian was happy to enjoy the peace.
Ayimulan felt the same.
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 Meng 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 Meng Qianqian’s group sat around the campfire.
Ya’er took out some dry food and tea, set up a small pot, and added a piece of ghee.
"Why is someone grilling meat?"
A curious voice came from not far away.
Throughout the journey, Meng Qianqian didn’t seem like she was entering a desert, but rather returning to her mother’s home, with grilled meat and ghee tea at every meal.
Initially, everyone had plenty of dry food and could tolerate it.
As they went further and most began to struggle and barely manage, Meng Qianqian’s food started to make people envious.
A big burly man approached; it was the one who had made the earlier ment.
Meng Qianqian remembered him.
He wasn’t part of any caravan and was traveling with two other knights from the worldly society.
He was one of those Meng Qianqian deemed of no cooperative value.
"Uh, hey."
He rubbed his fat hands with a smile, "Where did you guys get the grilled meat?"
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 meat, 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 meat on the first day!"
His panion reprimanded.
The burly man was abashed, rolling his eyes awkwardly.
Meng Qianqian laughed and said to Ya’er, "Give him a piece."
"Yes, Miss."
Ya’er plied.
Mo’er grumbled discontentedly, "We don’t have much meat left either, where are we going to get more once it’s gone?"
Meng Qianqian said airy and lightly, "If it’s gone, I’ll find my brother. With his capabilities, a few pieces of meat should be no problem for him."
Mo’er was momentarily speechless.
Ya’er glared at her, placing a thick piece of meat on a plate and handing it to the burly man, "Sir Knight."
The burly man took it excitedly, "Thanks to this young lady!"
Meng Qianqian wore a cloak, hiding her pregnant belly, and with her two maids calling her Miss, the burly man assumed she was an unmarried young lady.
Meng Qianqian didn’t explain, only nodded politely.
The burly man returned to his panions, 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 mentioned 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 camel, calmly and steadily passing by in front of the heads.
After this event, Meng Qianqian never heard anyone bad-mouthing the Loulan Queen again.
She still hadn’t found out which princely state those nobles came from.
Apparently to avoid causing further issues, they also didn’t grandly investigate Third Master’s death.
The burly man who asked Meng Qianqian for meat was a chance for her to connect with the outside world.
Unfortunately, after the incident, everyone became more cautious; the burly man tried several times to approach Meng Qianqian but was always dissuaded by his panions.
She overheard his two panions say their group was the most suspicious, looking the least conspicuous but living the most fortably, 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 Meng Qianqian look at the burly man’s team in a new light.
Patience is key.
If she doesn’t give up, the opportunity will e.
Meng Qianqian herself didn’t expect the turning point to e so quickly.
A sudden sandstorm buried half the people; almost all the teams were halved.
The burly man lost one panion, 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.
Meng Qianqian looked at the collapsed crowd, realizing her opportunity had finally arrived!
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