A peasant girl traveled through time and space, and she became prosperous

The young man's mother was killed by this group of people, but when he was about to get angry, Wen Meijiu held him back and said that he would avenge him. Now he was still forcibly pulled over and pushed to the front, and he was a little at a loss.

However, hearing that a weak woman dared to speak out for justice in front of the black-clad man, he suddenly felt ashamed and felt that he was not a man enough to rely on warm wine in the face of such a blood feud. For a moment, he raised his hand and angrily said to the black-clad leader:

"That's right, we absolutely cannot let you bastards take the murderer away."

"How dare you!" A man in black shouted angrily. It was certainly satisfying to speak frankly, but it depended on who he was talking to. Talking to their leader like this was a huge offense.

With a "swish", all the men in black who were about to turn around drew their swords and pointed them at the young man who was talking to the black-clothed leader. The thousands of cold lights so close to him made him feel frightened. He opened his eyes wide, stiffened his neck, and did not dare to take a single step back. He stood upright in the same place.

"Reckless man!" Prince Wang realized later that Yiwen was no longer around. He growled and quickly jumped out of the car and went to Yiwen's side.

When Old Li saw the young master get off the car, he did not dare to delay and quickly followed behind.

Things were just looking up, but they were ruined so quickly by Yi Ran. It would be a lie for Wen Meijiu to say that he wasn't angry, but what's the point of being angry?

With a cold snort, Wen Meijiu put away the dagger in her hand, crossed her arms over her chest, stood by and looked at Yi Ran quietly. She wanted to see how she would end up.

Seeing that Wen Meijiu was not in a hurry, Art was not in a hurry either. It didn't matter who died here. As long as Wen Meijiu and his brothers were still alive, there would be no big problem.

"Son! What are you doing?"

The father was eager to save his son, so he rushed over hurriedly, grabbed the young man's arm and wanted to retreat, but the sword was pointed at his throat as well. He stood there motionless and didn't even dare to retract his outstretched arm.

Prince Wang arrived with a sullen look on his face. He grabbed Yiran's shoulders and whispered, "What on earth do you want to do?"

Still not angry, she smiled at Prince Wang with a confident smile and said, "Don't worry, Prince. Compromise is not the only way to deal with this."

After saying that, she lowered her eyelids, but her gaze glanced at Wen Meijiu beside her.

After she said this, Prince Wang probably guessed what she wanted to do. She really had the ability to do so, and Prince Wang had no doubt about it.

However, if she really revealed her identity, they would all be implicated and would not allow her to do so.

"Nonsense! The village chief and Miss Wen are talking here. It's not your turn to give instructions here. Come back with me quickly."

Prince Wang and Yi Ran are currently acting as an ordinary couple. Since they are a couple, he can discipline his wife as a husband without arousing suspicion from others.

But to Yi Ran, this sentence sounded like naked contempt for her, as if she was not as good as Wen Meijiu in dealing with people and doing things.

With a hint of reluctance on his lips, he stroked his ear, saying with a hint of dissatisfaction, "Yes, Miss Wen and the village chief should be in charge of things here, but look, now that someone's dead, who's in charge?"

Still with his hands spread out, he looked at Wen Meijiu with a sarcastic glint in his eyes.

Wen Meijiu naturally did not admit it. She had her own ideas and could not tell others everything.

Following Yiran's example, Wen Meijiu extended a hand, pointed at the young man and his son, who were still surrounded by people, and asked, "Do you want to cause two more deaths?"

Yi Ran was able to pick up the conversation and said slowly, "Of course not. You want them to die, right?"

After saying this, he turned around abruptly with his hands raised, and was particularly attentive to the black-robed leader. He put on a smile, raised his orchid finger, and pressed down the swords surrounding the father and son one by one, saying:

"Master, you may have misunderstood what I meant. I meant to protect you from any loss. Name the price of that murderer's life and I'll buy it."

Although he was clearly inexperienced, Yi Ran acted cunningly, like a seasoned expert at manipulating the world. The black-clad leader was a little confused and couldn't remember Yi Ran's identity for a moment. He asked suspiciously:

"Dare you ask the girl her name?"

Without waiting for Yin's reply, Prince Wang, who had been prepared, stepped forward and dragged her behind him. He said to the man in black, "You are ignorant and have no reputation to speak of. Now that you are married, you must obey your husband's orders. Please don't take my recklessness just now to heart, Master."

The burning torch reflected in the black-clothed leader's cloudy pupils, which kept flickering. He looked Prince Wang up and down, and the suspicion on his face became even more intense.

"I'm afraid most 'bitch wives' don't have such courage?"

"My humble wife is indeed ignorant. I will discipline her strictly when I return. I hope that Master will not hold my faults against her."

Prince Wang stood straight, suppressing his inner feelings. With an expressionless face, he reached out and pushed Yiran's back, commanding, "Apologize."

She still didn't expect Prince Wang's reaction to be so strong. He actually asked her to admit her mistake to the leader in black. She was not prepared when her body was pushed out, and her feet were a little unstable.

This instability was not a big deal, as it happened to fall on Wen Meijiu who was standing next to her. Wen Meijiu didn't want to make any contact with her at all, so he stretched out a finger to press against the side of her shoulder and forcibly pushed her back to her feet.

If someone else had helped Yiran, perhaps she would have thanked him, but it was Wen Meijiu who helped her, and Yiran became furious, as if she saw Wen Meijiu smirking.

He angrily slapped Wen Meijiu's finger down, then, standing firm, said unhappily, "An apology is impossible. Let me ask you one question today, Master, can you buy the murderer's head for 100,000 taels of silver?"

"One hundred thousand taels! Is Miss Yiran frightened out of her mind?"

"One hundred thousand taels of silver, just hearing that is terrifying. It's already this late, and she's still joking. She really thinks she's a royal relative!"

The villagers on Wen Meijiu's side whispered to each other, unable to believe that this was true.

"Who is she?"

"These people are not really that simple, are they?"

"It's either nonsense or there must be something deeply hidden."

Others may not believe it, but the men in black dare not ignore any suspicious clues at all. What if?

"Where is my wife's hundred thousand silvers?"

The leader in black was very cunning. He neither believed Yiran's words easily nor denied them easily. He wanted to see evidence and the real thing.

"Ha!" he sneered, still raising the thing wrapped in the handkerchief in his hand, and said proudly: "Some of these things are priceless, I'm afraid even 100,000 silver coins may not be able to buy them. It depends on whether the master knows the value of the goods."

Under the flickering firelight, the snow-white silk handkerchief showed a faint dark red color. It lay quietly in Yi's palm, showing everyone the extraordinary identity and status of its owner.