After being exiled with her husband and children, she returned with great power to rule the world

"Captain Qi, what is the current situation in the East China Sea? What should we do once we get there?"

Murong Ling'er asked softly. She had never traveled far since she took over this body. The name of East China Sea was just a distant and unfamiliar rumor to her. Everything about the place was like a blank piece of paper in her mind, with no concept at all.

When Chifeng heard this question, he was slightly stunned. He thought that with Murong Ling'er's intelligence, she would have asked him about the situation in the East China Sea as early as the beginning of her exile journey. He didn't expect that she had been holding back until now.

He sighed softly, and the sigh seemed particularly heavy in the silent air. Murong Ling'er's heart sank suddenly, and an ominous premonition arose.

"The East China Sea! That's a veritable 'den of evil,' a place used to exile the most heinous criminals. Everyone calls it the Island of Evil. The people on that island are all vicious and cruel, and the environment is extremely harsh. It's as if it's always been blessed by midsummer. When the heat is unbearable, it can literally burn you to death."

"Although there are brief cool spells occasionally, as pleasant as spring, they are only fleeting respite. The worst thing is that it is located on the coast and is ravaged by storms all year round. When those storms roar through, houses are like fragile building blocks, swept away in an instant, not to mention the people inside them."

Chifeng's voice was low and hoarse, and every word seemed to describe a scene of purgatory on earth.

"Also, the pirates on the East China Sea Island are notoriously rampant. They run rampant on the sea, burning, killing, looting, and committing all sorts of atrocities. The islanders struggle to survive in the harsh weather of alternating heat and storms, while also constantly on guard against pirate attacks and fighting them desperately..."

Murong Ling'er listened quietly, her brows furrowed tighter and tighter, as if they could twist out deep grooves. She thought to herself that this Donghai Island sounded like a corner forgotten by God. It was definitely one of the harshest and most terrifying of all exile places.

"Miss Murong, you know that impoverished and desolate places often breed savage and violent individuals. Furthermore, most of those gathered on this East China Sea Island are ferocious and vicious fugitives. You can imagine how difficult it is to survive there."

Chifeng looked at Murong Ling'er with a hint of worry in his eyes, as if he had foreseen the difficulties and dangers that were about to occur on Donghai Island.

When the convicts are escorted to Donghai Island, they will fall into an extremely strict control network. This island is like a huge cage isolated from the world, which binds them tightly.

On weekdays, they were driven to assist the garrison on the island in reclaiming the barren land. Every drop of sweat was shed in the struggle for survival, just to obtain the most basic supplies and barely maintain their lives.

Once the war comes, that is when they will shed blood on the battlefield, forced to act as vanguards, facing the pirates' sharp blades and artillery fire, and wandering on the edge of life and death.

On Donghai Island, they are no longer individuals with independent rights, but have completely become vassals of the army. Freedom has become an unattainable luxury. They are like trapped beasts in a dark abyss, waiting to be ruthlessly driven and manipulated by fate.

Chifeng knew in his heart that with Murong Ling'er's intelligence, financial resources and impressive martial arts skills, even if she was in such a desperate situation, she would definitely be able to find a glimmer of hope and keep herself safe.

What he was really worried about was the fate of those ordinary fugitives. This was the second time he had undertaken the arduous task of escorting fugitives to the East China Sea. The first experience was deeply imprinted in his memory like a nightmare.

At that time, the convicts on the island looked so miserable, their skinny bodies toiling hard under the scorching sun, their eyes full of despair and helplessness, as if they were orphans abandoned by the world. Whenever he recalled those scenes, his heart could not help but ache. It was so horrible that it made him feel compassion.

Chifeng kept shaking his head and sighing, and the heavy sighs seemed to be a silent protest against this cruel reality.

Murong Ling'er looked at him quietly, and she could clearly foresee in her heart that the moment this group of convicts set foot on Donghai Island, it would be like a huge rock being thrown into a calm lake, or like a drop of water falling into boiling hot oil. It would inevitably stir up a thousand waves and trigger an unpredictable uproar.

After all, what they are about to face are difficulties and hardships beyond imagination, which is a huge challenge to the limits of survival.

Regarding the true situation on Donghai Island, Chifeng and Murong Ling'er tacitly chose to remain silent in front of the fugitives.

The team was currently relatively stable, like a ship sailing on a calm sea. But who could guarantee that once these fugitives learned of the hellish conditions on East China Sea Island, their hearts wouldn't be shaken, and they wouldn't harbor thoughts of fleeing or rebelling? That would be a disaster, enough to plunge everyone into irretrievable ruin.

The reason why Chifeng revealed the situation of Donghai Island to Murong Ling'er without reservation was that he actually had his own plans.

He knew very well that Murong Ling'er was no ordinary person, just like the golden scale hidden in the deep pool. Although trapped temporarily, as long as the time was right and the wind and clouds were gathered, she would surely break free from the shackles, soar into the sky and turn into a dragon.

Chifeng firmly believed that Murong Ling'er's future would be bright, and his actions at this time were undoubtedly an advance investment in a precious favor.

Murong Ling'er's mood did not ripple at all because of Chifeng's words. Her heart was like a deep and calm lake, without any waves.

Even when she was with Murong Chen, she never mentioned anything about the Donghai Island.

During this afternoon trip, the sun shone on the earth, and Murong Chen was still immersed in the world of learning to read, as if all the noise and chaos around him had nothing to do with him.

Since he was born, Murong Chen had never stepped into a private school, nor had he ever had a teacher to open the road of knowledge enlightenment for him. It was not until Murong Ling'er woke up in this body like a messenger of destiny that he finally saw the dawn of learning to read.

Murong Ling'er didn't have high expectations for him at first. She simply didn't want this child to spend his life in ignorance and become an illiterate person.

However, Murong Chen showed extraordinary dedication and concentration. He devoted almost all of his free time to learning. Whether it was learning to read, reading, practicing martial arts, or studying the ways of the world, he eagerly absorbed the nutrients of knowledge, like a dry sponge, absorbing everything around him.

Perhaps infected by Murong Chen's seriousness, the other children of all ages in the team also picked up their books and tenaciously pursued the light of knowledge on this difficult road of exile.

Although the road ahead is full of unknowns and hardships, and the road under their feet is rugged and bumpy, as if every step is covered with thorns, they always hold a glimmer of hope in their hearts, which is the longing for the future and the bright light that never goes out in the darkness.

As long as the fire of life has not been extinguished, as long as there is still a breath, they firmly believe that one day they will be able to get out of the predicament and usher in their own dawn.