Madam General, please run slower.

The afterglow of the setting sun dyed the quaint cobblestone road golden. The rich scent of spices lingered in the streets, stimulating Li's sense of smell all the time. She couldn't help but want to rub the tip of her nose, but when she raised her hand, she touched the veil on her face.

Li sneezed uncomfortably. The sound was not loud but it attracted the attention of several people around him. The next moment, there were several pairs of hands in front of Li, holding cloaks of different styles.

"No need." Li was a little disgusted by their approach and couldn't help but take a few steps back.

If these people were as good-looking as Yu Xun and his group, Li would not be so repulsive. But these people are average-looking, and they like to tattoo strange patterns on their bodies, exposing their arms and showing off their muscular bodies without any reservation.

That's fine, after all, in Li's eyes they all look the same, but they smell strong, the strong smell of sweat mixed with the fishy smell of soil and the pungent smell of spices around, Li's nose really can't bear it.

But those people didn't understand what she said and just handed the clothes in their hands towards Li.

"Butler Hua!" Li glared at the man with a flowery face who was happily watching the show nearby, "Keep your people under control. If you dare to get close to me again, I will send you all to report to the underworld together."

The man with the painted face was frightened and immediately scolded those people who didn't know the rules in his fluent local dialect.

Everyone glanced at Li, who was looking annoyed, and reluctantly took back the clothes in their hands, thinking that one of them would have the honor to put clothes on the beauty.

After teaching his men a lesson, the man with the flowery face explained to Li with a smile on his face: "They just thought that the Madam was cold, and they didn't mean to get close to her."

"You mean, they didn't mean to spy on me all the way?"

Originally, Li only planned to go back to their organization with the flower-faced man, but who would have thought that they would run into acquaintances of the flower-faced man along the way. The closer they got to the border, the more they followed, and now there were a bunch of people following her, making her particularly conspicuous when she walked on the street.

"This..." The man with the flowery face scratched his head awkwardly, glancing at Li's exposed slender waist and abdomen, "Madam, you look so beautiful in our local costumes. We are both young and full of vigor, so we can't help it..."

"What? You didn't prepare this dress for me? Is it my fault that I look good?" Li rolled his eyes.

"Blame me, blame me." The man with the flowery face didn't dare to provoke this giant Buddha. "I'll teach them a lesson right now."

Women in the Qianwu Dynasty were very conservative in both their dress and behavior, so when the flower-faced man was choosing clothes, he originally wanted to embarrass the little princess, but he did not dare to go too far, so he chose this bright red dress that revealed a little waistline.

But before he could gloat any longer, the man put on the clothes which were a bit too revealing for a Qianwu woman, and he didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

What the flower-faced man didn't know was that Li had worn something more transparent and bolder than this one when she was on a mission before, so the dress the flower-faced man picked was really nothing to Li. But this made the flower-faced man suffer. Not only did he have to endure not looking at Li, but he was also asked about Li by his subordinates a hundred or eighty times along the way.

After being scolded by the flower-faced man, the crowd calmed down a bit, but they still couldn't help but glance in Li's direction.

For the sake of the lives and safety of his men, the man with the flowery face could only drive his horse to follow behind Li and block their fanatical gazes as much as possible.

"Madam, we're here." Looking at the familiar scene in front of him, the man with the flowery face breathed a sigh of relief. If he hadn't arrived earlier, he would have felt like his back would have been stared out with several big holes.

Li looked at the boundary monument in front of him curiously. There were many characters engraved on it, including the words of Qianwu Dynasty. "Lixuanyu... It sounds pretty good."

"Right, our name is not only nice to hear, but also very interesting. I guarantee that Madam will be so happy that she won't even think about 'Qianwu'!" The man with the painted face grinned.

Li didn't bother to correct him. Although he changed the words, at least he used them correctly. "So this is more than just a city?"

The man with the flowery face looked at the bustling market not far away and said proudly, "Of course, we are at the junction of multiple countries. We are a group of our own and do not belong to any one party."

"It sounds very free." Li was actually a little interested when he heard his words, "Wouldn't it be very chaotic if no one cared about you?"

"Well, we respect the use of force here, and we are divided into many factions. Each of us manages its own affairs. If there is any disorder, we can just beat them to death."

Li nodded with satisfaction. It was a good place where force was respected. It was simply a perfect place tailor-made for her.

"Come on, ma'am. I'll take you to visit my territory." The man with the flowery face got off the horse, threw the reins to his subordinate beside him, excitedly took the reins from Li's hand, and walked in with his men.

The people behind him who wanted to lead the horse for Li but were a step too slow stared at the figure of the man with flowery face as he walked away. She was not even the eldest sister-in-law, so what if they showed some courtesy to her? The eldest brother definitely did it on purpose! He wanted to keep the beauty for himself!

Maybe it was because the man with the flowery face was more confident in his own territory, so he had more to say. At first, Li could still listen to what he said patiently, but later, he just ignored it and responded perfunctorily.

The man with the painted face didn't care about Li's attitude and continued to introduce enthusiastically until he caught a glimpse of a small stall selling food out of the corner of his eye.

"Madam, we have our special food for sale there, would you like to try it?"

"Let's give it a try." Now Li would agree to anything that could make the flower-faced man shut up.

Li got off the horse and handed him a few copper coins. "Is that enough?"

The man with the flowery face happily took the money and asked tentatively, "Can I say it's not enough?"

"Okay." Li nodded.

While the man with the flowery face was excited and thought she was going to pay again, Li took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat on her palms from holding the reins, "You pay for the difference."

The flowery-faced man turned away speechlessly, thinking it was such a waste of his feelings.

Li stood there bored, his eyes fixed on the horse beside him, and reached out to stroke its mane.

Her skin color, which was several shades whiter than those around her, quickly made her the focus of the street. In the eyes of others, the girl in red was flamboyant and charming, gently stroking the horse's mane. The veil on her face did not affect her appearance at all, on the contrary, the face that was vaguely visible under the veil added a touch of mystery to her, tempting people to find out.

The horse, which was in pain from being pulled and tried to resist, was finally tamed by Li's ruthless slap.

"&%&@%?"

Li heard some gibberish in his ears. After spending a long time with the flower-faced man and his friends, he could vaguely make out the word "beauty" from his mouth.

Li looked up at the burly man walking towards him. He was wearing a black eye patch and had one eye. His naked upper body was covered with various scars and a huge leopard head was tattooed on his chest.

This man has too many symbols, and Li didn't know whether to call him the one-eyed man or the leopard-headed man.