Chapter 937: The kidnapperss true faces (2/2)

Although Ning Cheng’s eye had been injured by Han Yunxi, he wrote that he was doing well in Northern Li. Uncle Cheng couldn’t help but suspect that the man had allied with Jun Yixie. No matter what, going to Northern Li this time would give him a good chance to coax his master. He’d long told Ning Cheng that Han Yunxi wasn’t worthy of the West Qin princess title, much less the Di Clan’s loyalty. With Ning Cheng’s skills and army, he’d be more than enough to crush Long Feiye after allying with Jun Yixie. At least he could claim half of the continent for himself. Why stay loyal to West Qin and have Han Yunxi hurt him all over?

Thinking up to here, Uncle Cheng silently exhaled. Thank goodness he knew Ning Cheng’s whereabouts now. Otherwise, he would become the only traitor in Di Clan history! As they continued to talk, Mu Linger suddenly cried out from the carriage.

“Someone come! Someone come, ah!”

Manager Jin’s head whipped over, but Uncle Cheng ignored her.

“What’s wrong with her now?” Manager Jin asked impatiently.

“Don’t bother, she’ll stop yelling when she gets tired,” Uncle Cheng dismissed.

But Manager Jin simply rose to check out the situation until Uncle Cheng pulled him back. “I’ll go! See how I deal with her!”

“She’s still a woman, and pregnant at that. You control yourself,” Manager Jin intoned.

“Heheh, Jin Zi, when did you grow softhearted? It’s that damned girl’s fault that you’re like this now!” Uncle Cheng jeered.

“That ‘damned girl’ is worth more than Ning Jing. I’m only giving her face because of the money,” Manager Jin turned away.

Uncle Cheng shrugged and strode towards the carriage. Unexpectedly, Mu Linger began calling for the restroom as soon as he showed up.

“Take care of it yourself on the carriage. Don’t play tricks on me!” Uncle Cheng said icily.

“I’m not going number one, but...aiya, hurry and take me down, I can’t hold it in anymore! You’re a man, so can’t you look after a single female?” Mu Linger said, before changing her tone. “No wait, you can’t look! Aiya, I’m begging you, I’ll just deal with it in a patch of grass! Even if I escape, you can still chase me, can’t you?” As she clutched her stomach, she scrunched up her face in anxiety.

“Fine, fine!” Uncle Cheng finally untied Mu Linger’s legs and let her off the carriage. Mu Linger seemed almost desperate as she rushed into the grass. He called after her, “Don’t run off too far!”

Very soon, Mu Linger was crouching in the grass with only her head showing. Uncle Cheng glanced at her while waiting by the carriage. Inside, Ning Jing was feeling upset. She only hoped that Mu Linger’s plan would go smoothly. Together, the two of them had stripped their handkerchiefs and dress hems to thin strips before biting their thumbs to write out a message for help in blood.

Just then, Mu Linger had noticed that there was plenty of medicinal plants lining both sides of the path, much of it travelworn. As long as they could hide the message on its edges, someone who came harvesting the grass would notice. Although Mu Linger looked like she was going to the restroom, she’d actually picked out the patch with the most medicinal grass.

After waiting for a while, Uncle Cheng urged, “Are you done yet?!”

Not daring to delay, Mu Linger quickly finished tying the message strip at the base of a grassy stalk before rushing back.

“Many thanks,” she said politely. Faced with Uncle Cheng’s scrutiny, she didn’t show a hint of nervousness.

He didn’t notice anything off either and only said coldly, “Get on the carriage.”

Mu Linger quietly exhaled. But as she climbed onto the carriage, Uncle Cheng’s sharp eyes picked out the ragged hem of her dress.

“Hold on!” he snarled.

Mu Linger’s heart sped up, but she forced herself to calm down and get back off. “Is there anything wrong?”

Uncle Cheng suddenly grabbed her and strode with large steps into the grass. Mu Linger’s heartrate quickened as she followed with downcast eyes. Very soon, the man had found the strip of cloth she’d tied to the grass. He undid it and read its contents before flying into a rage.

“Great job, you damned girl! Aren’t you the smart one?!” Uncle Cheng tossed the strip of cloth aside and grabbed a fistful of Mu Linger’s hair….