“Thank you for your kindness, Sergeant Liu.”
Mu Mianmian’s gaze was cool and steady as she looked at Liu Tao, saying nothing more, and turned to walk away.
“Hey!” The veteran soldier muttered, feeling she was ungrateful.
He turned to Liu Tao. “Boss, shall we teach her a lesson?”
Just a little girl like this—Liu Tao had plenty of ways to make her submit.
But being born into a noble family, a part of him enjoyed the challenge of someone unwilling.
He liked to conquer strong-willed people.
Liu Tao let out a lazy chuckle. “I want to see how she manages to make a cart in just half a day.”
“Exactly!” The soldiers agreed eagerly. “If she can’t, she’ll have nowhere to turn. Then she’ll obey.”
“Don’t let anyone help her, and don’t let her wander far,” Liu Tao ordered, a slight irritation in his tone.
The Chen brothers wanted to help, but dared not. No one wanted to offend Liu Tao.
“Sorry, Sister Mu…” Chen Shan and Chen Liang looked helpless.
Liu Tao wouldn’t even let them help carry Ye Siming and the others.
He had taken the transport cart back.
It was clear: he wanted to force her into a corner, so she would have no choice but to beg him.
“It’s alright,” Mu Mianmian said calmly, composed as ever.
“Hahaha! She’s gone crazy!”“No axes—how is she supposed to chop trees?”
The second and third branches of the Ye family lounged under a tree, enjoying fruits and dried food while watching the show, showing no intention of helping.
“Mu Mianmian…” The crowd gathered to watch.
Meiniang held the little boy, bewildered, not knowing what to do.
Ye Siyun called out, “Sister-in-law, how will you chop trees? We don’t have knives.”
Even felling trees seemed impossible—let alone making a cart. It sounded absurd.
Mu Mianmian approached Ye Siming. “Prince, how is your inner strength?”
Even if she had a chopping knife, she couldn’t possibly fell so many large trees by herself.
Ye Siming understood her plan and thought she was clever. “Help me up.”
It was time to show them that even though he couldn’t move, they weren’t free to bully him.
Mu Mianmian helped him stand, using a makeshift cane to support his body.
The crowd laughed derisively. “Hahaha, a cripple! What can he possibly do? Is he crazy—planning to bash trees with his head?”
But the next second, the Ye King suddenly exerted his strength. One palm struck a massive tree, and a row of trees behind it toppled in succession. The ground shook, the mountain quaked.
Everyone’s eyes went wide. Their spines chilled.
“Isn’t the Ye King… a cripple?”“His legs are damaged, but his inner power remains.”
Liu Tao’s eyes darkened. “We underestimated him!”
Those who tried to cripple him hadn’t taken care to destroy his martial arts. This was bad news—they wouldn’t be able to kill him easily now.
However, Ye Siming spat blood after just a little exertion. His internal injuries were still severe.
“Are you alright?” Mu Mianmian hurriedly helped him sit.
“I’m fine! This is all the help I can provide for now.” He felt pain in his chest—he couldn’t use full force yet.
“Don’t worry, leave the rest to me.”
Ye Siming looked at the fallen trees, intrigued. “How are you planning to make a cart? That’s no small task.”
“A cart is necessary—how else can I carry both of you?”
“Liu Tao won’t let anyone help us.” Ye Siming’s eyes darkened as he glanced at Liu Tao. “If we don’t move, they can’t just abandon us either.”
“So he wants us to beg him? I refuse.”
“I’ll find a way. Don’t worry.”
The woman was as steady as a mountain. Though delicate in appearance, her aura was remarkably composed.
Ye Siming stared, lost in thought. Who was she, really? Friend or foe?