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

"Who is that woman? What did she do to the adults?" one of them asked worriedly.

“I don’t know either, she probably doesn’t have the guts.” Another man in black scratched his forehead, his face full of doubt.

Their adult was fine just now, how could he suddenly be in trouble? He fell off his horse after only two miles. Luckily, he fell into the grass. What would have happened if he had fallen off a cliff?

"Could it be because he was angry?" the first man in black asked, his gaze shifting to his injured companion in black not far away.

The other person sighed softly and followed his gaze. That guy was really annoying. Even now, he was still sitting on the big rock being waited on like nothing had happened.

"Hey, I have something to tell you." The man in black sighed, stood up, and walked straight towards the man in black sitting on the big rock.

Judging from their positions, these two men in black should be the deputy leaders.

The man in black sitting on the rock had a large hole in the back of his hand from Wen Meijiu's dagger, and blood was flowing freely. His companion was bandaging him with a white cloth when someone called out to him. Startled, he immediately stood up.

He also knew that the leader's accident might be related to him, and even if it wasn't, everyone would still blame him.

Wen Meijiu kept a close watch on the man from the shadows. She recognized the wounded man in black even if he were reduced to ashes; he was the one who killed Zhongyong's mother.

Gripping the dagger tightly, Wen Meijiu endured as best she could, waiting for an opportunity to kill him.

One of the black-clad deputy leaders pulled the injured man in black to a secluded spot, his voice low but filled with overwhelming pressure:

"This mission is of utmost importance. If the prisoner escapes because of the commander's delay, your crime will be grave."

All of this is because of you, do you know that?

The injured man in black knew that his momentary greed had brought adverse effects to the team, but the commander-in-chief's affairs had nothing to do with him.

How could he possibly shoulder such a huge responsibility? That could cost him his head.

"My lord, you mustn't say such things. I am but a lowly person, and I cannot bear such a great responsibility. You are a man of integrity, and everyone praises you as a paragon of justice. I beg you to have your wisdom and not be misled by others."

The injured man in black wasn't stupid; he knew that his two deputies were rivals and had some minor grudges against each other, so he deliberately tried to undermine the other.

"Stop sucking up to me. This whole mess started because of you. If nothing goes wrong, fine; but if something does, nobody will take the blame for you."

The matter has already been delayed, and the commander has no idea what happened. Their fate is uncertain, so a scapegoat must be found as soon as possible to give an explanation to the higher-ups.

Since there's an explanation, someone has to be chosen to take the blame. The injured man in black is the best scapegoat. If he didn't do it, and the other person did it, the higher-ups will think that the other person is more responsible. Who knows if the higher-ups might overlook something and give the commander's position to someone else.

He must be fully prepared and plan ahead.

"My lord, I'm innocent! I'm truly innocent!"

Everyone knew the gravity of the situation; taking on this responsibility meant losing their head. The injured man in black dared not accept it and knelt on the ground, pleading for mercy.

"You're innocent, but wasn't that old woman who died tragically innocent? Didn't you kill her?"

The black-clad deputy leader's use of the deceased old woman as a pretext is in accordance with the law, but not with the facts.

In these chaotic times, which of them hasn't stained their hands with blood and taken a few innocent lives? There are plenty of corrupt officials in the court, and no one seems to get into trouble. He was just a coward, so he took advantage of the chaos to kill the most inconspicuous disaster victim and steal a few taels of silver. What's so bad about that?

This baffled him completely, and he felt resentful.

"Sir, he's just a worthless life, he should have died long ago. Even if he doesn't starve to death, he won't live for many more years. I have a wife and children, and an elderly mother at home. If I die, who will take care of them?"

He reached out as if to plead for mercy, but the black-clad deputy leader kicked him away and told the black-clad men next to him to keep an eye on him.

"Let him stay here and reflect on his actions. If he can't figure it out, let him keep thinking about it until he does. Do you understand?"

"Yes, my lord."

The black-clad deputy leader turned and left, leaving the injured man in black, who was struggling in pain, kneeling in the wind, bewildered. This hat was definitely going to be his; how unlucky he was.

Seeing the injured man in black alone, Art's eyes lit up. He pressed Wen Meijiu down, got up to go forward, and muttered to himself:

"Little sister, watch me this time. I'll definitely handle this matter smoothly for you."

Before he could fully emerge from behind the large rock, Wen Meijiu grabbed him and pulled him back inside.

"No."

Art almost fell backward, but luckily he managed to regain his balance and squatted back down to a distance without any serious injury.

"why?"

Art felt this was his chance to impress Wen Meijiu, and if he missed this opportunity, he didn't know when the next one would come.

Wen Meijiu certainly couldn't let Ate go out and kill people like that, otherwise, how would they handle the aftermath? They would quickly become suspicious of them.

Even though the village chief led the villagers along a side path, Wen Meijiu still felt that she couldn't easily risk the safety of her fellow villagers.

Furthermore, even if that young master Wang wasn't anything special, he had saved her life several times. Putting aside gratitude, it was best for her not to leave him any future trouble.

She could only think these words in her heart, but she couldn't say them directly to Art.

"What's the rush? We need to take revenge, but we also need to ensure there are no future problems."

"Girl, you're overthinking things. It's not like me to be so hesitant about killing someone."

Art, impatient, took the dagger in his hand and slashed the stone a couple of times to satisfy his urge to use it.

"Then you can go back. This is originally a matter between us villagers, and it has nothing to do with outsiders."

Wen Meijiu deliberately made fun of him, because he was disobedient.

"Okay, okay, I won't say anything, I'll do whatever you say, is that alright?"

Knowing that continuing the commotion would displease Wen Meijiu, Ate's desire to show off was no longer so strong at this moment.

But here, with people watching each other, how can you kill someone right under the enemy's nose without being discovered and suspected?

Art couldn't imagine it, so he sat on the sidelines and watched the show. He felt that in the end, he would have to take action for the matter to succeed.

With that thought in mind, he was no longer in a hurry. He played with the curved knife in his hand, and even a sense of contentment appeared on his face.

"Stay here and don't move. I'll be right back."

Wen Meijiu left Ate behind and crouched down to move to the left side of the big rock to do her work.

Art got up to follow, but Wen Meijiu noticed and turned around to push him away, glaring at him fiercely. Why wouldn't he listen to her?

"Then call me immediately if you need anything. Don't be reckless. After all, you're a young lady. It wouldn't look good if someone poked a hole in your body."

Art agreed not to go, but he was still worried. There were many of them, and they wouldn't be as considerate of her just because she was a girl, like he was.