Chapter 5 Discourse

"Stop dawdling, let's hurry up, otherwise if the news leaks and the imperial army arrives, both you and I will meet our doom," Liao Hua said to the displeased Xiong Hu after dealing with Cao Chan.

The kidnapped individuals have no human rights. Cao Chan once again let out a bitter smile in his heart, gesturing to the four individuals with the surname Chen. After cupping his fists in salute to the three individuals in the carriage, he led the four of them onto the cart.

As soon as these words were spoken, the little girl widened her eyes, a hint of embarrassment flashing in her gaze. Chen Wan and the others were even more dumbfounded; it was one thing not to dissuade such a beautiful and youthful woman from having suicidal thoughts, but to actually suggest that she should die sooner?

Chen Wan was unsure whether to admire Cao Chan for being unaffected by the allure of women or to blame him for lacking compassion towards them. What a charming lady she was. Chen Hou stole a glance at this young lady from a wealthy family, someone he could never approach in his daily life. His heart felt as if it had melted. He wished he could drive Cao Chan away and then sit beside the young lady, freely comforting her wounded heart.

"Wait a moment, Brother Pei. The one living here is my wife, how can she stay with these men?" The fierce man immediately became somewhat displeased, grumbling about it.

The four members of the Chen family were all riding in such a fine carriage for the first time. The carriage was quite spacious, capable of accommodating five or six people. However, under the current circumstances, they felt no excitement or curiosity; instead, they huddled in a corner of the carriage, trying to distance themselves from a beautiful young girl of about fifteen who was seated against the inner wall of the carriage.

"Why doesn't the young lady end her own life right now?" When saying this, Cao Chan did not gaze at the little girl, but instead looked around casually, speaking with a faint smile.

This bandit chief's wife is truly beautiful. It is a pity that she has become the bandit chief's wife. Chen Hou occasionally glanced at the little girl, then quickly lowered his head again, murmuring to himself.

Now I see a girl of about fifteen or sixteen years old, who unexpectedly expresses deep sorrow.

"The Lady of the Stronghold?" The old coachman looked horrified. This is the young lady of the Wang family, after all. The Wang family is not only a prominent family in the city but also a branch of the Taiyuan Wang family, whose main lineage is led by Wang Yun. They are a family of officials, with countless governors and regional inspectors throughout the generations, and there are also one or two prominent ministers in the court.

"Does the young lady not know that the gratitude of parents who have raised one is as heavy as a mountain? The word 'death' and the books, what a weight they carry. Until one reaches the end of the road, how can one lightly take one's own life and face one's parents at home?" A trace of cold laughter flashed in Cao Chan's eyes. Chen Dong solemnly pulled Cao Chan's hand, for one must understand that the Wang family of Peicheng is a prominent clan. They are not the kind of small figures who can afford to offend them.

"To say that Liao Hua is a coward, I think it is you, with your burly figure, who is the real coward." Pei Pao shook his head and called out to Cao Chan and the others: "Get in the car"

Are you a scholar

Cao Chan looked at the little girl and couldn't help but admire her in his heart, truly a person of good upbringing. People have different experiences; Chen Hou was merely a country bumpkin who had not seen much of the world, while Cao Chan had encountered countless beauties, both man-made and natural. Although this little girl had a fair complexion and a delicate face, with a pair of enchanting phoenix eyes, in Cao Chan's heart, she was just ordinary. However, the little girl's demeanor was what truly impressed Cao Chan.

The imperial army. Although Xiong Hu outwardly displayed great disdain for the imperial army, they successfully quelled the vast Yellow Turban Rebellion. Instinctively, Xiong Hu felt a chill in his heart. He did not respond.

"Indeed, as expected from a wealthy family, the young lady is truly well-mannered." Amid the astonished gazes of the four members of the Chen family, Cao Chan casually sat down beside the young lady of the Wang family at https://www.hetushucom.com, smiling as he spoke

"Not being a scholar does not necessarily mean one lacks reason." Cao Chan remained unperturbed in the face of change; his fair complexion and background as a wealthy scion made it only natural for him to be mistaken for a learned individual

However, this little girl is willing to die. But Cao Chan is not willing to.

"What are you being so smug about? Just go in and sit down." Liao Hua coldly admonished Cao Chan, fully aware of Cao Chan's cunning nature. He was articulate and composed, yet such individuals, much like scholars, often falter when faced with a warrior. If the conversation continued, it was likely that Pei Pao would draw his steel blade.

"That is it; reasoning is futile. A face of sorrow cannot evoke pity, and when humiliated, it would be more straightforward to end it all myself." The calm words of the young lady from the Wang family once again led Cao Chan to mistakenly perceive her as a seventy-year-old woman.

Sometimes, reason may not hold true. Go and discuss reason with the people outside and see if they can forcibly abduct me. The young lady of the Wang family was not angry; instead, she extended her jade-like green fingers and pointed outside, speaking淡淡道.

"What a bandit queen, she is just a woman, is it necessary to treat her this way?" The one referred to as Brother Pei, whose actual name is Pei Pao, expressed some dissatisfaction, saying that the woman in the carriage was indeed so beautiful that she could captivate one's soul. However, this Xiong Hu silently claimed her as his bandit queen, which stirred a bit of resentment in Pei Pao's heart

"Where did this scoundrel come from?" The young lady, around fifteen or sixteen years old, had a tender voice, akin to the chirping of a bird, which also carried a hint of allure. However, her expression was indifferent, and her words were not particularly pleasing.

A hint of unusual color flashed in his eyes, and his calm gaze swept over Cao Chan. Dressed in a coarse short shirt, he resembled a farmer. Yet, his face was like a polished jade, and his complexion was fair. He looked like a scholar.

"Hehe, I must be presumptuous," Cao Chan said, touching his nose and giving a dry laugh. However, the indifference of the young lady with the surname Wang did not deter Cao Chan. After pondering for a moment, he smiled and said, "I may be a lecher, but outside there are indeed robbers and bandits. You are not a deaf-mute, and those outside are plotting to forcibly take you away."

"You might as well be dead." However, the indifference of this young lady left Cao Chan speechless once again, feeling as if he were dying. This statement evoked a slight sense of unease in Cao Chan, yet it also ignited a surge of anger within him. He valued his life above all else and would never lightly consider giving up on *Tu* *Shu* unless absolutely necessary.

"Cough, rest assured, two brave men, we have hands and feet, we can walk over ourselves." Apart from Chen Wan, who lowered his head and clenched his fists to suppress his own bloodlust, the other three were all bowing their heads, trembling in fear. In desperation, Cao Chan stepped forward again.

Even when Zhang Jiao was still alive, the Yellow Turbans were not very united. How much less so now that the Yellow Turbans have become a mere name, and brotherly affection is merely for show. As he thought this, a flash of anger briefly crossed Pei Pao's face

However, Chen Hou glanced down at his own clothing, which was somewhat better than Cao Chan's, as it at least had no patches. Yet, he lacked the courage of Cao Chan to attempt to get close to a young lady from such a prominent family

In this day and age, it is truly cruel; a girl of merely fifteen or sixteen years, born into a wealthy family, has developed such a character.

"No, you cannot." Cao Chan glanced outside and said this. He looked at Chen Wan, who was staring wide-eyed, watching them converse as if it were a joke. Cao Chan felt a mix of amusement and exasperation; after all, he was doing this to save their lives. This guy.

While thinking that this Yellow Turban bandit is reckless, he also laments his own unfortunate fate. As a servant, if the young lady were to become the bandit leader's wife, his family would surely be affected as well