There are too many female protagonists with deceased husbands in the Qin Dynasty's Past Books.

After all, these three were considered the most likely candidates to become Bai Mushuang's successor.

Could this mean the final result is about to be determined?

No one dared to directly ask Bai Mushuang about this under such terrifying pressure, so they could only speculate and exchange information secretly.

They analyzed the strengths of each of the three candidates.

The one who made the strongest and most legitimate appeal was undoubtedly Bai Yifei, the young master of the family. Blood ties are ultimately one of the most unbreakable bonds, even though Bai Mushuang usually showed no signs of spoiling her son, and was even stricter with him than with ordinary Bai family sons.

However, many people believe that the right to inherit will ultimately be handed over to Bai Yifei.

However, some people hold a different opinion, believing that Bai Yishu, who was specially taught by Bai Mushuang, is more likely to obtain the qualification for inheritance.

This group of people are mostly those with considerable skill in martial arts.

Even though they had never personally cultivated the "Frost Profound God-Slaying Strategy," they had experienced the domineering and terrifying power of Bai Mushuang's Frost Profound True Qi during their occasional sparring sessions, and vaguely guessed some of the characteristics of this technique.

Therefore, he valued Bai Yishu more as a woman.

As for Bai Mo, whose martial arts level has reached the upper-middle level of the second tier among the three, he is the strongest but the least favored.

After all, he comes from a collateral branch of the family, and his reputation has only started to spread in the last couple of days.

If it weren't for the fact that he was Bai Mushuang's adopted son, many people wouldn't even have included him in the list of potential heirs.

Jiang Mo was aware of these criticisms.

But he didn't care.

This isn't the US presidential election; qualifications aren't determined by empty talk. If private discussions could decide the outcome, what would be the point of having an election?

Besides, if we're talking about pre-arranged deals, it would have happened long ago...

Jiang Mo, carrying a bow and sword and sitting on his warhorse, listened to the whispers around him and couldn't help but sneer. However, before he could finish his inner mockery, he was distracted by a fragrant aroma.

He glanced to the side and, sure enough, saw Bai Yishu standing close to him.

As a participant in the Autumn Festival, the young girl was naturally well-prepared, her increasingly mature and delicate body wrapped in dark blue leather armor, outlining her budding and firm curves.

Her calves, clad in deerskin boots, were tightly gripping a crimson horse.

The leather whip that Bai Yishu was playing with in her palm was strangely fitting for her temperament, making Jiang Mo unable to help but imagine that if she appeared as a mature, trendy female demon, holding this leather whip, many people would probably kneel down involuntarily!

However, Bai Yishu had already blossomed into a very charming young woman, captivating the hearts of countless people with every smile and frown.

Amidst the envious gazes of the crowd, she smiled and moved closer to Jiang Mo.

"Brother Mo, this autumn is not like it was in Snow Robe Fortress. Although there are fewer mosquitoes in autumn, they are still very fierce. We must be careful!"

With a smile on her face, her delicate fingers plucked a small, exquisite sachet from her bosom.

"I have no other skills, I can only take some herbs, dry them and make this sachet that can repel insects and calm the mind. I hope you won't find it too bad, Brother Mo."

A faint, delicate fragrance wafted into my nose.

The initial irritation caused by the noise of the crowd was immediately relieved and calmed down. Perhaps Bai Yishu was not lying this time, and the sachet really did have a calming effect as she said.

But Jiang Mo still showed no intention of reaching out to take it.

Just kidding, yesterday's lesson is still fresh in my mind. Every time Jiang Mo thought Bai Yishu was finally becoming sensible and considerate, she would prove him wrong with facts:

Sorry, you fell for it again!

Hehe, you forgetful idiot.

Normally, being pranked by Bai Yishu wouldn't be a big deal; at most, it would just make him look a little disheveled, but he wouldn't actually suffer any serious damage.

Moreover, this can be used as an excuse to punish Bai Yishu according to family rules.

Sometimes, Jiang Mo had already seen through the trap, but he still gladly stepped into it to see what kind of tricks Bai Yishu had up her sleeve.

Then, justifiably, they will impose righteous sanctions and punish the perpetrators with sticks.

But with their departure for autumn imminent, Jiang Mo didn't want their upcoming mission to be disrupted in any way.

Therefore, he decisively refused, saying:

"Thank you for your kindness, but what are a few mosquitoes? You should keep this sachet for yourself."

"Of course I have a younger sister too."

With no intention of taking back the sachet, Bai Yishu pointed to a matching sachet at her waist and stubbornly tried to give the sachet in her hand to Jiang Mo.

The more proactive she became, the more suspicious Jiang Mo couldn't help but become.

After a moment's thought, he asked, "I wonder if all the brothers have this sachet, or if it was prepared just for me?"

Perhaps because he had spent a lot of time with Bai Yishu, Jiang Mo's words at this moment also carried a hint of tea.

Seemingly surprised by Jiang Mo's question, Bai Yishu paused slightly, then took out a sachet and handed it to a member of the Bai family standing next to Jiang Mo, explaining:

"How could I possibly favor one over the other? Of course, I prepared them for everyone."

"Brother Mo, don't be the kind of person who doesn't fit in!"

Seeing Bai Yishu smiling sweetly as she handed him the sachet, the Bai family member next to Jiang Mo was overwhelmed with gratitude. He quickly accepted it with both hands, secretly vowing in his heart:

From now on, this will be his family heirloom!

After silently mourning for his unfortunate brother for two seconds, Jiang Mo looked at Bai Yishu, who was clearly prepared, and without using his internal energy to amplify his voice, he spread it around:

"Brothers, Sister Yishu has prepared insect-repelling sachets for everyone."

"Don't let her kindness go to waste, come and get it quickly! If autumn starts, we might not be able to meet again for a while."

Originally, only a few people noticed what was happening here.

Moreover, they were all a bit reserved. Even though they heard Bai Yishu say that it was prepared for everyone, they didn't want to rush over and be annoyed.

But once Jiang Mo shouted, he could no longer care about being reserved.

Fearing that they might miss out on the sachet that Bai Yishu had sewn herself if they were too slow, a large group of people quickly surrounded them, leaving Bai Yishu unable to cope for a while.

Jiang Mo took the opportunity to step aside.

When Bai Yishu anxiously came looking for him before setting off, Jiang Mo simply smiled and waved the sachet in his hand, saying with a smile:

"See, it's already there, thank you~"

"However, from now on, you should focus your attention on Qiu herself and not do anything else that might cause you to lose more than you gain."

Bai Yishu was a little confused.

She remembered that she hadn't given the sachet to him, but the sachet in Jiang Mo's palm had a symbol that Bai Yishu had deliberately left.

When and from where did the other party obtain it?

Before Bai Yishu could figure out the problem, the war drums urging everyone to set off sounded. The two people on horseback only had time to bow to each other and say, "May Brother Mo/Sister Shu have good luck in battle!"

He then whipped his horse and galloped away.

Out of the corner of his eye, Jiang Mo caught a glimpse of a familiar, slender figure seemingly following him. He raised an eyebrow and lightly patted the rump of the horse beneath him with the scabbard of his sword.

Blood and qi surged, and the sound of hooves thundered.

With a loud neigh, the mount beneath him increased its speed by three points, carrying Jiang Mo as it burst out of the crowd and galloped towards the hunting grounds like an arrow released from a bow.

With its inherent meaning of honing skills, this autumn hunt is naturally different from ordinary hunting trips.

There would be no soldiers responsible for chasing and driving the prey, no one to exhaust the birds of prey and beasts, forcing them into a corner and then driving them to the crowd like lambs to the slaughter.

That kind of activity is more like play than hunting, and can hardly be called a trial.

In this hunting ground, the only way to gain anything is to risk bloodshed and take it yourself, using courage, strategy, or anything else that can be used.

Whoosh!

With a whooshing sound, the arrow flew from the fingertips like a meteor. The leopard, which was trying to escape, was unable to dodge in time and was hit in the hind leg, which immediately reduced its speed.

Immediately following, a sword slashed down, aiming to take his life.

Jiang Mo casually scooped up the leopard and tossed it onto his horse's back. He gently spurred the horse to slow its charge, his sharp gaze sweeping over the figures lingering around him, his brow furrowing slightly.

What happened?

"I didn't specifically look for them, so why are all these wild beasts gathering around on their own? This is really annoying..."

Chapter 47 Lifting a rock only to drop it on one's own foot

Jiang Mo had experience with hunting.

He remembered that this was actually like fishing, which required patience and calmness. You had to find the traces left by the target activity first, and then approach it quietly.

If necessary, bait should be used to create a feeding area to make the target less vigilant.

Approach cautiously and quietly to avoid alerting the target and scaring them away. Moreover, it is often difficult to strike successfully in one fell swoop, or rather, to prevent a desperate last stand or a desperate counterattack, you must deliberately leave the opponent a chance to escape.

Then, during the chase, continuously wear down the opponent's stamina until they are completely unable to resist, and then take them down.

This aligns with the military strategy of leaving a gap when besieging a city.

But the situation Jiang Mo was encountering now overturned his previous experience. Forget about having to approach the target carefully, all sorts of wild beasts were rushing over to him as if they were taking Jiang Mo as a target for mating.

Not to mention the gleaming blade in my hand.

Even though Jiang Mo had placed the leopard, the predator, on horseback, the wolf pack circling around still showed no sign of retreating.

It's as if Jiang Mo is the reincarnation of Jin Chanzi.

It's as if anyone could gain immortality simply by tearing a piece of flesh from him, and would be willing to risk their life for it.

This is clearly not normal.

Jiang Mo couldn't help but suspect that the Bai family might have deliberately drugged the wild animals around them to make them lose their normal vigilance and rush at people as soon as they saw them, thus increasing the intensity of the trial.

However, Jiang Mo dismissed this idea after discovering a rabbit diligently nudging its own feet with its head.

Even if the intensity were to be increased, it wouldn't warrant poisoning rabbits.

This thing is always in heat...

Bah, that's not the point. The key is that this group of ordinary prey is a pretty good catch for others, but for me it's a complete waste of time.

Jiang Mo casually kicked the rabbit far away, not even bothering to pick up the body.

At this moment, he was like someone who had made thorough preparations in a game and was about to confront a BOSS, but along the way, all sorts of annoying monsters kept appearing, hindering his progress.