Wow, this rough-around-the-edges pregnant wife is something else, she's incredibly ruthless!

After getting a clear look at the situation inside the ship, Meng Tong withdrew his supernatural power.

"How is it? What's the situation inside?"

Lu Chuan's deep voice reached her ears, and Meng Tong subconsciously rubbed her slightly itchy ears before whispering, "It's Crown Prince Wei Lian of the Great Wei Kingdom. Apart from a man in a gray robe, the others are all guards in black."

"They seemed to be arguing about something. The man in the gray robe was being trampled under Wei Lian's feet."

"And..." Meng Tong glanced at the man who was listening intently, her eyes scanning him up and down, comparing him to the man on the boat in her mind.

They... look somewhat alike.

"What else? Why are you looking at me like that, my wife?"

Lu Chuan felt uneasy under Meng Tong's blatant scrutiny, and his voice even stammered.

Like a child who has done something wrong.

Meng Tong coughed lightly and looked away. After thinking for a moment, she continued, "The man in the gray robe inside looks somewhat like you."

"..."

The man, who had initially thought it was some big secret, had a slight glint in his deep, dark eyes after hearing Meng Tong's words. Lu Chuan's thin lips were pressed tightly together, and he exuded a faint, cold aura.

Meng Tong knew what he was thinking. The woman patted the man's shoulder with her slender hand and whispered, "Don't overthink it. There are many people in this world who look alike."

Lu Chuan gave a soft "hmm" and lowered his head, asking, "Shall we go over there?"

"No need, let's see what they're up to first. Let's observe them."

"it is good."

……

Inside the ship.

The oppressive atmosphere made everyone subconsciously hold their breath, and Sheng Bing, whose hands were rubbed raw, swollen, and peeling, was pale.

He was a scholar whose lifelong hobbies were writing books and playing chess, and his hands were still quite tender.

He was indeed a little overwhelmed by that kick, but he had nothing to say about it.

The reason for this trip to Laoshan was that Shengbing's father, unable to bear the torment any longer, revealed a secret he had overheard by chance.

It turns out that when Sheng Bing's father was very young, he overheard his grandfather and father mentioning that there was a secret hidden deep in the Laoshan Mountains.

He didn't know the specifics, and when he asked later, he was met with nothing but a roll of his eyes.

Over time, the secret was forgotten. If Wei Lian hadn't tormented the old man to the point of near death, he probably wouldn't have remembered it.

Having walked along the river for seven or eight days, Wei Lian's patience had run out.

He had to torture Sheng Bing into revealing the truth, because in his eyes, Sheng Bing must know something.

The fine black boots were released from Sheng Bing's hands and then pressed against his face.

Wei Lian's alluring eyes flashed with an evil smile. He slowly squatted down and grabbed the man's neck with his hand, causing the man to look up at him, panting heavily.

Where is it?

"I, I don't know."

"Snapped."

The slap was so hard that blood trickled from the corner of the man's mouth. Wei Lian then grabbed his neck with all his might.

Feeling suffocated, Pan Shengbing instinctively rose to the will to survive. His hands, which had been crushed, desperately pried Wei Lian's hands apart. The man's eyes bulged and ached, as if they were about to pop out.

Tears streamed down Sheng Bing's face uncontrollably, but he still didn't say a word.

"Heh, do you really think I wouldn't dare kill you? I forgot to tell you a secret."

Leaning close to Sheng Bing's ear, Wei Lian, like a demon crawling out of hell, chuckled and said, "I had already sent people to Laoshan before this. The secret you wanted to keep is probably..."

With a threatening tone tinged with contempt, Wei Lian kept a close eye on Sheng Bing's expression.

But to his disappointment, Sheng Bing remained expressionless.

Fueled by rage, Wei Lian kicked Sheng Bing in the chest. His powerful kick, imbued with intense anger, caused the man to vomit blood and faint.

Wei Lianchao waved to the nameless man standing to the side and said, "Throw him down."

"But we... are."

Unaware of what he wanted to say, several people came and carried Sheng Bing out, and then several more people ran in to clean the floor.

A faint smell of blood lingered in the air. Wei Lian pressed his tongue against the roof of his mouth, his eyes filled with malice.

"thump."

Sheng Bing, who had been carried onto the deck, was ruthlessly thrown overboard and sank within seconds.

Lu Chuan and Meng Tong witnessed this scene.

The two exchanged a glance, and then Meng Tong used his special ability to spread the vines on the cliff underwater. Before long, Meng Tong found the man's figure.

The vines wrapped around Sheng Bing and slowly dragged him toward the shore, out of sight of the boat.

The fleet, which had been waiting for almost two hours, set off again in less than fifteen minutes, but this time there were only six small boats.

Watching them enter the river, which had narrowed to almost half its original width, Meng Tong and Lu Chuan remained motionless throughout.

Only when their fleet disappeared from sight did the two slowly rise and look at the two large ships resting on the water.

Because the small boat couldn't hold too many people, there were still a few people scattered on the deck of the large ship, busy at work.

After Meng Tong made a hand gesture to Lu Chuan, the woman jumped into the water with a splash.

The sound was so soft it was like a stone falling.

Lu Chuan tried to stop him, but Meng Tong was too fast. The man had no choice but to grab the vines that were wrapped around Sheng Bing and slowly pull him over.

The unconscious man's limbs were heavy and weak. It took a lot of effort for Lu Chuan and the other man to carry him to where he was standing.

At that time, Meng Tong had already secretly made his way to the vicinity of the large ship.

The water was rushing downwards, so Meng Tong had to quickly get close to the deck and then use his supernatural ability to lift himself into the air and onto the ship.

Clinging to the edge of the boat, the woman resembled a mermaid emerging from the water, her jet-black hair cascading down her back, revealing her fair and full features.

Wiping the water off his face, Meng Tong quickly scanned the group of people on the deck.

They were all facing away from her, heads down, fiddling with something.

Meng Tong narrowed his eyes slightly and silently climbed onto the deck.

The water from her dress flowed down onto the deck, and Meng Tong, barefoot, slowly approached the black-clad guard.

There were only four people in total. They stood side by side, heads bowed, occasionally letting out a few laughs.

His laughter was lewd; you don't even need to think about it to know he's no good.

The footsteps drew closer, and the whip in his hand tightened. For some reason, Meng Tong felt quite excited.

It was as if it had awakened the ruthlessness she had shown in the end times.

"Wow... Damn, this woman is really beautiful. When I get back to the capital, I definitely have to go and have a taste of her."

"Hey, you don't want the little peach you had at the Yichun Courtyard anymore!"

"Ha, she can't compare to her? I said a few nice words and she actually thinks I'm interested in a prostitute? She doesn't even know who I am. The people around His Highness the Crown Prince are more than worthy of the young ladies of the capital."

"That's right, I still savor the batch that His Highness the Crown Prince sent us before!"

"Who says otherwise! So tender... uh."