The Empress' Livestream 229 Lost the Son as Well as the Grain V

Qiguan Rang fanned himself furiously and said to Jiang Pengji, "You are pure evil."

"You are really mistaken about me. When have I even been evil? And who can testify to that?" Jiang Pengji tried to play innocent.

Qiguan Rang almost choked when he heard her shameless statement, even though he believed he had seen weird things and people.

Testify? I can do that, okay?

The viewers felt bad for him. They tried to stop their laughter, but they failed.

Ren Buyaolian Tianxia Wudi: "Hahaha, I can testify for you. Check my ID if you don't believe me."　

Youdie Suimeng: "I need to add something up. The host is already invincible, so it is transparent for us to tell if she is evil or not.

Jimo Kongting: "If I traveled to the host's era and happened to be her opponent like we were in a tv show, my guess is that I wouldn't survive longer than three episodes."

It had nothing to do with how lame she was; it was just because her opponent was too powerful.

She was definitely evil for not just keeping the hostage the whole time and instead playing them as the fool.

From the perspective of the viewers, those suckers' expression wouldn't be shown on the screen. They could only assume what was going on in the outside world by listening to Jiang Pengji and Qiguan Rang's conversation. They put themselves in their shoes and most of the viewers were convinced that the sucker would be destroyed by her.

Yin Yuejia Zhuge Qinmo: "Three episodes? Someone is quite confident in his ability. I would only keep myself alive for like one episode."

Bili Bili哔哩哔哩: "Only one episode? You should feel sorry for your name."

Sanzhi Songshu Lingshi: "Wow. Why would you guys want the torture of standing against her? If I traveled to the same era as the host, I would be all over her as my rock and let her take me to kick a**. I already see a future, prosperous life for me where I am promoted to a high position, getting loads of paychecks, marrying a handsome, wealthy husband. I will finally be at the peak of my life."

Jiang Pengji stared at the numerous comments on the bullet screen. There was something glittering in her eyes as she smiled.

Qiguan Rang's sharp eyes caught her different emotions and he swung his fans even harder.

"You want proof for that? You are really… I feel bad for Xiaoyu." Qiguan Rang rose his brows. He looked into her eyes and decided to say no more.

How could Xu Ke cope with his bad temper?

It was already fabulous that he couldn't care less about being shameful; his methods seemed like common sense with a little bit of petty hooliganism.

Qiguan Rang admitted that he used ruses on others––but compare to Jiang Pengji, he was a genuine angel.

The dispatch team was beat and most of the laborers felt like they had lost half of their lives after manually carrying the grain bags up to the mountain and bustling around for the whole day.

The guards of the dispatch team were less fatigued to engage in battle than the laborers. The elite troop slowly became a weary troop.

The head of the guards would come back for an unexpected slaughtering with his two hundred elite soldiers and more than four hundred laborers, which was six times more than Jiang Pengji's troop. Qiguan Rang would never doubt who would be laughing until the last moment, however.

Who else could it be except Liu Langting?

Jiang Pengji discontinued the topic and instead, she kept her eyes on his fan.

"Are you feeling hot?"

Qiguan Rang, dazed by her quick change of subject, said, "A little."

"The cellar is indeed sultry. But it won't be for too long."

The cellar they were in was the one where the bandit members kept women and children. Jiang Pengji sent people to clean it up early in the morning and to dig it wider underground. It expanded the surroundings of the cellar to two or three times larger than its original size.

The bandit members were not decent people, but they were really skillful at stashing stuff.

It was a highly concealable cellar. They wouldn't find a spacious cellar under the bandit stockade if someone didn't stray from the entrance and have good luck. Jiang Pengji kept it for a purpose.

Qiguan Rang paused his fanning for a second.

Could he say that the reason why he felt so hot was partially because of the temperature in the cellar, but mainly because of his irritation of her?

Jiang Pengji's expression changed abruptly and she whispered to him, "Get ready; someone is coming in."

Right after she said so, the door at the ceiling of the cellar slid open to reveal a small gap. The scout she sent for information was back to report her.

"Langjun, they are here."

Qiguan Rang was impressed by the scene. He couldn't stop speculating at how good her hearing was for her to have perceived an enemy.

"Be ready and stick with the schedule. You two stay to protect Wen Zheng. Make sure he doesn't get killed, or you will get killed."

She pointed at two big guys to stand out of the rank. They walked around to Qiguan Rang's back. The two of them were like door gods standing by.

The rest of her troop hiding in the cellar climbed up the ladder in an orderly fashion. Each of them had a delicate crossbow on their back.

Their crossbows were not identical to the half-finished crossbow she had tried before. It was only half the size of the first one and the shooting range was only about ninety feet. Three arrows could be notched at the same time and there was not too rough of a recoil force. It was totally practical to wrap it on one's arm, and it was the best for short distance combat.

After the bandit stockade was conquered by Jiang Pengji, instead of leaving it to rot, her troops had been cleaned with caution.

The number of their troops was barely more than a hundred. It was not too many people to make the cottage packed, but it was going to be debatable once she took down a few more bandit stockades and expanded the scale of the troop. She intended to recycle the waste to arrange a part of the troop in the bandit stockade in order to release the pressure of using a drill ground. On the other hand, the troop could keep their eyes on the other bandits.

All the troop members were in position, dressed in black coarse cloth suit to blend in with the dark. It was hard to spot them even from a short distance, as the moonlight was dim.

Jiang Pengji was extremely restrained with her discipline. Everyone in the troop had to be sure to execute orders and proclaim prohibition. There was going to be a terrible penalty following, no matter who disobeyed.

In spite of the daily basic training, Meng Hun did brainwash the troop members repeatedly to accept the concept of "following the order unconditionally"––with Jiang Pengji's permission, of course. The preliminary results were good, considering the bandit members who were enticed to behave well. They were in position at the scene.

Jiang Pengji's senses were enhanced and she distinguished the steps.

"It was stupid to split their troop."

The head of the guards took 150 soldiers to rescue Meng Liang and left the rest of the soldiers and laborers to deliver the grain.

Wen Zheng couldn't help but tighten his brows. He said, "Coach Meng will have a headache if he did plan everything."

"What do you mean?"

"Even if our enemy was split to two groups, Coach Meng and his men will have trouble encountering either of the groups," Qiguan Rang said. "What you are doing is not just messing around with them––you also are exposing your shortage of people. The man in charge of the dispatch team will naturally get made after he has been played a fool for so long. It does make sense that he separates his troops into two groups for saving Meng Liang and ambushing Coach Meng."

And with Meng Hun's manpower, would they be able to take the grain away from the 400 laborers and 50 elite soldiers?

Even though they set up the trap before the dispatch team arrived, there would only be a slim chance for them to succeed.

The head of the guards could easily strangle Meng Hun with his bare hands once he realized he was trapped and came back to outflank Meng Hun.

It was a shame that they met the Jiang Pengji who happened to know nothing about common sense. It was their destiny to have a rough failure.

Chapter end

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