Chapter 67 Rob Silver

Looking at Xiao Yunxi’s expression, Chen Mo was momentarily stunned, then said, "Does Your Highness not like honey?"

If she doesn’t like it.

His courtesy would be in vain.

Like patting a horse on its leg instead of its back.

"No, I do like it." Xiao Yunxi took the brown sugar honey water from Chen Mo’s hand and even asked him such a question:

"Why... are you so concerned about me?"

Chen Mo: "..."

Oops, maybe I’ve shown my efforts a bit too clearly.

After thinking for a moment, Chen Mo quickly said, "Your Highness has been so gracious to this servant, and now that Your Highness is unwell, how dare I not serve with all my heart and share your burden?"

"Is that all?" Xiao Yunxi murmured softly.

The sound was so small.

As if it was hummed through her nose.

"Hmm?" Chen Mo raised an eyebrow.

"The taste is good, just a bit too sweet." Xiao Yunxi tasted a sip and changed the subject.

"This servant noticed that Your Highness likes sweets, so I added more honey..." As he spoke, Chen Mo shifted the conversation: "Now Your Highness says it’s a bit sweet, this servant now roughly knows Your Highness’s exact taste, and will definitely meet Your Highness’s preferences next time."

Hearing Chen Mo’s thoughtfulness, Xiao Yunxi felt warmth, while His Majesty, up until now, hadn’t shown any concern.

"You are thoughtful..."

Slightly wanting to chat more with Chen Mo, Xiao Yunxi tilted her head slightly, noticing Chen Mo still riding a horse without the Imperial Guard leading, said, "Have you learned to ride a horse?"

"This servant doesn’t know if I have learned it, just adapted, but I don’t dare to ride too fast, fearing I might run into someone." Chen Mo replied respectfully.

"Oh."

Xiao Yunxi nodded, glanced at the scorching sunlight, and said, "Is it hot?"

Chen Mo shook his head.

Instead, using the National Fortune gained from the Phoenix Seal, absorbing the sun’s power.

Xiao Yunxi immediately pursed her lips.

Feeling unsure if it was fortunate or disappointing.

Because if Chen Mo had said it was hot earlier.

Xiao Yunxi would have let him come inside.

But Xiao Yunxi quickly realized.

The carriage space was small, and if she invited an eunuch in now, with so many eyes around, if it reached His Majesty’s ears, it could bring trouble.

Seeing Xiao Yunxi’s silence, Chen Mo deliberately took out a package wrapped in brocade cloth from his bag and handed it to Xiao Yunxi, saying:

"Your Highness, the journey is bumpy, and this servant still riding a horse, it’s really worrisome to carry it, better to hand it over to Your Highness."

Xiao Yunxi had no doubt, temporarily handed the brown sugar honey water to Cai’Er, and took the Phoenix Seal.

Then opened the brocade cloth to take a look.

Chen Mo kept an eye on Xiao Yunxi, observing her expression closely.

Luckily, Xiao Yunxi didn’t notice anything, looked at it twice, then carefully wrapped it back in brocade cloth, and handed it to Cai’Er.

Chen Mo suddenly became confused.

Was it that he absorbed too little?

Or Xiao Yunxi was not using the National Fortune to resist the enemy?

Or perhaps, the amount of National Fortune on the Phoenix Seal, even she didn’t know?

Unfortunately, these doubts, for now, Chen Mo couldn’t let Xiao Yunxi answer.

...

On the return journey.

Much slower than when they came.

Almost three hours had passed, the night had already fallen, and they still couldn’t see the Capital City of Bianliang.

Therefore, the carriage had to stop at a nearby post station to rest for a night, and continue the journey the next day.

Just like last night, this night’s sky was very dark, with not a single star visible in the night sky.

And hundreds of miles away, at a post station on the way from Bianliang to Nanyang County.

A murderous intent quietly spread.

In the dense forest outside the post station, shadowy figures with covered faces appeared, and because it was close to the post station, this forest was not very dark.

The crossbow arrows in their hands, the arrowheads, emitted a chilling cold light.

Filling people with dread.

Their gaze was fixed on the soldiers patrolling outside the post station, their eyes filled with killing intent.

But they did not act, instead, holding back, as if waiting for something.

About the time it takes to burn an incense stick later.

With a scream echoing inside the post station.

A room inside the post station suddenly burst into flames.

The pacing of the soldiers patrolling outside just paused.

Whizz!

Whizz!

Whizz!

Countless arrows shot from all directions, accurately piercing their chests or foreheads...

Swish!

Sprays of blood burst forth.

"Enemy attack!" The patrolling soldiers were shocked, just about to sound the alarm.

"Kill!"

In the dense forest, a large cry of battle erupted, then countless Black Shadows surged out from the forest, rushing towards the post station.

These Black Shadows were well-trained, but behind them were some peasantry, someone wielding a hoe, someone holding a hatchet, without even proper weapons, but had the advantage in numbers.

As these Black Shadows reaped lives like harvesting wheat, leveraging the huge momentum, the official soldiers quickly lost their will to fight.

They were surrounded.

But for these people, they didn’t want captives.

Soon, nearly a thousand government soldiers were slaughtered cleanly.

But on the Black Shadow’s side, a much more tragic price was paid.

Although not many masked Black Shadows died, those holding hoes, hatchets, starved and emaciated refugees, were mostly killed or wounded.

But these corpses did not deter the remaining refugees; instead, their eyes gleamed, staring at those sealed boxes in the yard.

At this point, a burly middle-aged man emerged from the refugees, clad in armor, his face greasy, his blood-stained sword in hand.

He jumped onto a box, scanned the crowd with his eyes, and shouted, "I told you before, this trip is to make you rich, to feed you, now, I’ve delivered..."

He jumped down from the box, cut the chain with a slash, then ripped the seal, opened the box, and inside, were piles of silver.

But to these refugees,

they didn’t know this silver was the relief silver to be distributed to them in a few days.

This reveal, uncovered not just the silver.

But also the desires in everyone’s hearts.

As soon as the middle-aged man finished speaking, the remaining refugees swarmed over, scrambling frantically.

"Haha."

"Mine, all mine."

"Hahaha..."

...

"Achoo..."

On the bed, the reclining Xiao Yunxi sneezed.

Chen Mo glanced at the darkening sky outside the window, saying, "Your Highness, it’s getting late, it’s time to rest, we still have a journey tomorrow."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Yunxi glanced at the nearby desk, where Cai’Er was already asleep.

It was already past the third night watch; with such high-intensity work, as an ordinary person, Cai’Er was the first to succumb to exhaustion.

If it were another master, it wouldn’t matter if Cai’Er could endure it; as long as the master was awake, the servant who slept before would surely be punished.

But Xiao Yunxi was even somewhat grateful that Cai’Er had fallen asleep.

Xiao Yunxi said with discontent: "I originally wanted Cai’Er to massage my legs, but didn’t expect her to sleep. Chen Hong, come and give me a massage."