After rebirth, I became a treacherous minister Black Moonlight

qualifications?

One or two people said she wasn't qualified.

Unfortunately, Shan Cheng wasn't a snake, so she wouldn't press him about what qualifications he meant.

She was just pretending to drive a wedge between him and Aymuran; she didn't actually want to win him over.

After that, the two never spoke again.

Meng Qianqian didn't pay much attention to these groups while she was at the inn, but she started to observe them carefully after they set off.

If their goal is also Liuli Island, then perhaps I can use them to get rid of Aymulan and Shan Cheng.

Including them, there were more than ten teams on this trip, but only three teams truly caught Meng Qianqian's attention.

One of the caravans was escorted by a security escort agency. It consisted of dozens of people, well-equipped, and clearly wealthy.

The other group consisted of a number of martial arts heroes, fewer than ten in total, but each of them possessed extraordinary martial arts skills.

The third group consisted of nobles from the Western Regions, though it was unclear which vassal state they came from. They were very large and led the way at the very front.

Lu Yuan and her brother haven't caught up yet, and it's hard to say whether that's a good thing or a bad thing.

After all, she didn't know whether the King of Loulan or Ayimuran was more dangerous.

When she first learned that the two were only superficially compatible, she considered letting them fight each other, but now it seems that this approach won't work for the time being.

Perhaps it was precisely to avoid such a situation that Aymuran deliberately withdrew from Shanshan City.

In the desert, the sun is scorching.

Everyone set off in high spirits.

Within just a few days, some inexperienced small teams began to struggle.

The further you go in, the stranger the weather becomes.

It's unbearably hot during the day, but freezing cold at night.

On Meng Qianqian's side, thanks to Shan Cheng's thorough preparations, she hasn't suffered much hardship yet.

Compared to the other three teams, Meng Qianqian's group wasn't particularly eye-catching, so they didn't attract much attention along the way.

When smaller teams that were struggling sought help from larger teams, they were naturally not included.

Meng Qianqian was happy to have some peace and quiet.

The same is true for Aymuram.

After another day of trekking, the group found an open space in the desert to set up camp.

The past few days together have made them quite familiar with each other, except for Meng Qianqian and her group.

He never befriends anyone, nor does he compete with anyone for territory; he always stays far away.

Today, Mo Yi lit a fire as usual, and Meng Qianqian and her group sat around the campfire.

Ya'er took out some dry food and tea, set up a small pot, and put a piece of ghee in it.

"Wait, why are people grilling meat?"

A curious voice came from not far away.

Meng Qianqian's journey didn't seem like she was heading into the desert; it really felt like she was going back to her parents' home, with barbecue and buttered milk tea at every meal.

At first, everyone had brought quite a bit of dry food, so they could endure it.

As time went on, and most people started to struggle and were exhausted, Meng Qianqian's meals became quite enviable.

A burly, strong man walked over; he was the same one who had made the remark earlier.

Meng Qianqian remembers him.

He did not belong to any caravan, but traveled with two other chivalrous heroes.

She judged him to be one of the people with no value for cooperation.

"What?"

He chuckled and rubbed his chubby hands together. "Where did you get your barbecue from?"

Mo'er scoffed lightly, "You brought it yourself, didn't you see?"

"I saw it, I saw it."

He nodded vigorously, slurping his saliva, "Can I have a piece? I haven't had meat for days, my mouth is practically tasteless!"

Mo'er snorted coldly, "Why don't you bring your own food if you want to eat it?"

The burly man scratched his head: "No one said we'd have to walk in the desert for so many days. I figured with our speed, we could cross the desert in a couple of days."

"Fatty! You finished all the meat on the first day!"

His companion shouted angrily. The burly man rolled his eyes sheepishly.

Meng Qianqian chuckled and said to Ya'er, "Give him a piece."

"Yes, ma'am."

Ya'er did as instructed.

Mo'er grumbled unhappily, "We didn't bring much meat, where are we going to get more after we finish eating it?"

Meng Qianqian said casually, "After you finish eating, go find my brother. He's very capable; a few pieces of meat shouldn't be a problem for him."

Mo'er choked.

Ya'er glared at her, then placed a thick piece of meat on a plate and handed it to the burly man: "Great hero."

The burly man excitedly accepted it: "Thank you so much, young lady!"

Meng Qianqian was wearing a cloak that concealed her pregnant belly, and with the two maids constantly calling her "Miss," the burly man assumed she was an unmarried young woman.

Meng Qianqian didn't explain, but nodded politely.

The burly man carried the meat back to his companion.

He didn't eat it all by himself, but shared it with his companions.

He's a loyal friend, though.

A small incident occurred during dinner.

On the nobles' side, several of them drank wine to keep warm.

One of the men, who called himself Third Master, was probably drunk and started talking recklessly.

It would have been fine if he had talked about other people, but he specifically mentioned the Queen of Loulan, and his words were quite frivolous.

"Aren't you afraid that if she finds out about your disrespectful words to the Princess of Loulan, she'll chop off your head?"

"A bodyguard asked."

It doesn't seem like they're standing up for what's right; it's more like they're fanning the flames and stirring up trouble.

Third Master waved his hand, drunkenly lifting a wine jar, and said, "Afraid of her? That old woman, when she was begging me, you guys were still wetting your pants!"

Mo Yi gripped the Tang sword tightly in his hand.

Aymuran's expression remained unchanged, as if she were not the one who had been offended.

Early the next morning.

Third Master's head was cut off and hung on a bamboo pole.

Hanging alongside it was the head of the bodyguard.

Aymulan rode on a camel, calmly and serenely passing in front of his head.

After this incident, Meng Qianqian never heard anyone criticize the Loulan Princess again.

She still couldn't find out which vassal state the group of nobles came from.

It was probably to avoid any unforeseen complications that they did not conduct a thorough investigation into the cause of Third Master's death.

The burly man who asked Meng Qianqian for meat became the catalyst for Meng Qianqian's contact with the outside world.

Unfortunately, after this incident, everyone became much more cautious. The burly man tried to talk to Meng Qianqian several times, but his companions dissuaded him each time.

She overheard two of his companions saying that their group was the most suspicious, the most unassuming, and the most respectable; they might even be the murderers.

It has to be said, he guessed right.

Those neat cuts clearly demonstrate Mo Yi's knife skills.

Meng Qianqian thus began to look at the burly men's group with new respect.

More haste less speed.

As long as she doesn't give up, she'll always find an opportunity.

Meng Qianqian herself did not expect that the turning point would come so quickly.

A sudden sandstorm buried half of the group, and almost the entire team lost more than half of its members.

The burly man also lost a companion.

One problem after another arose. After escaping in a sorry state, the group found a water source that turned out to be poisonous.

Of the remaining half, most of them collapsed, suffering from vomiting and diarrhea, and their lives were in danger.

Looking at the crowd lying motionless on the ground, Meng Qianqian knew her chance had finally come! (End of Chapter)