Chapter 6: The Royal Family of Peicheng

"Miss, please do not misunderstand. I inquired about your name merely as a form of address, and to ask about your family background." Upon seeing the little girl's eyes gradually grow cold, Cao Chan realized he had been too reckless, and thus sought to remedy the situation. After mentioning the inquiry about her family background, Cao Chan once again left the four members of the Chen family speechless; he leaned close to the little girl's ear and blew a breath against her delicate, exquisite ear.

Liao Hua, we have come this far, and I have a question: why did you decide to capture those few individuals? Although Liao Hua's suggestion to bring Cao Chan and others to the mountain was reasonable, it still left Pei Pao feeling puzzled. As they were about to reach the mountain stronghold, Pei Pao could not help but ask.

Wang Yan's words left the four Chen family members in shock. The county magistrate? The prefect? For ordinary folks like them, these figures were truly too distant and too significant

"Offering advice and strategies? Ah, what a remarkable figure, the great sage and teacher, yet he is not exempt from..." He? Hmph." As soon as Liao Hua finished speaking, Xiong Hu expressed his disdain with a snort.

"Do you think there is a way out for the Yellow Turbans?" Liao Hua pondered for a moment and then asked, but without waiting for Pei Pao and the others to change their expressions, he continued, "Even the great wise and virtuous deities descending from the heavens cannot contend with the imperial court. What chance do we have?"

Although the little girl knew what Cao Chan was asking, the damp, bookish scent she felt in her ears still made her blush, causing her to retreat slightly.

The leader of the Yellow Turban bandits exchanged a few words with a dozen or so individuals, after which the group immediately surrounded the cart and headed towards a few small hills not far away

When Liao Hua spoke the previous sentence, Pei Pao and the others changed their expressions, for as followers of the Yellow Turbans, how could they question the great virtuous teacher? However, the latter sentence left Pei Pao and the others speechless.

"In any case, I can't tell," Xiong Hu said with a sneer

"What a fool." Liao Hua scoffed inwardly. Although the Yellow Turbans were all part of the same family, internal strife was inevitable. The so-called brothers were merely superficial; when disaster struck, everyone would look out for themselves.

Regardless of whether he is talented or not. First, if we want him to offer us advice, he must join us; only with sincerity can he give his all. Right? However, Pei Shao was stroking his chin, displaying the demeanor of a bandit.

Yellow Turban Bandits? If there is no other way, I can only become like these infamous Yellow Turban Bandits, as despised as a rat crossing the street. Cao Zhen let out a bitter laugh, lowered the curtain, and tightly closed his eyes.

Cao Chan intends to leverage the Wang family's influence to negotiate with the three Yellow Turban bandits. The Wang family has a reputable background, and with a little investigation, it can be revealed that they are from an official family. They can easily produce a county magistrate and even high-ranking officials from the court. Even if this is fabricated, some will believe it. It is still quite intimidating. It is likely to make these Yellow Turban bandits wary.

The Governor of Yuzhou? Isn't that just one level above the Chenliu Commandery? Cao Zhan felt a surge of joy in his heart

"Once we arrive at their village, do not speak lightly," Cao Chan advised Wang Yan. He then lifted the curtain of the carriage and gently looked outside.

What is wrong with the scholars? We have killed many, many of them. Although Xiong Hu felt a sense of pressure from Liao Hua's words, he still responded nonchalantly.

To be able to speak of life and death so casually is already quite remarkable

I will not wait for the young lady to respond. In fact, Cao Chan also felt a sense of relief in his heart; if this young lady were truly that heroic, then his plan would have no chance of being realized.

The great and virtuous teacher is indeed a divine being, yet in this world, each person possesses their own strengths. A fleeting expression of helplessness crossed Liao Hua's face.

The reason for the little girl's embarrassment is indeed her fear of death, and Cao Chan did not misjudge this. Even ants strive to survive, let alone humans. No matter how strong-willed she may be, she is still just a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl, an age that remains somewhat naive in modern society

We have wandered from Hebei to the present Chenliu. Along the way, the soldiers, the common people, and our resources have been continuously diminishing. In the past, when we were in Hebei, we had several thousand people. The Yellow Turban heroes numbered nearly one thousand, all of whom were valiant and skilled in battle. But now, we are down to just about one thousand people, most of whom are old, weak, sick, or disabled. Only three to five hundred are capable of fighting. It can be said that our situation is worsening. Liao Hua became increasingly agitated as he spoke, and the faces of Pei Pao and the others grew paler with each word.

Harboring resentment in his heart, Liao Hua nonetheless said, "We need scholars to devise strategies for us, in order to secure our survival"

Moreover, under the gaze of several individuals, the little girl slightly parted her red lips and said: "My name is Wang Yan. The Wang family is considered a prominent official family in Chenliu County, having produced several county magistrates and even a prefect. Family members often hold important positions within the county."

Cao Chan furrowed his brows and said, "Are there no greater figures? For instance, officials in the court." However, as he spoke, Cao Chan changed his tone and added, "I am not familiar with the high-ranking officials of the Han Dynasty; you can mention any official with the surname Wang."

Yellow Turbans, rebellious people, foolish people. Pei Shao's appearance is more imposing than his, and his prestige is naturally higher. Among this group, he is unfortunately the third in command

"Let us not speak of the Yellow Turbans for now, but rather of ourselves." Liao Hua noticed that their expressions were relatively stable and that they did not immediately take action to eliminate him, the "traitor," which brought him a sense of joy. Unlike He Tu and others like Pei Po, Liao Hua had his own thoughts, the ability to think calmly, and his own judgment. He did not wish to live a life of indulgence like the Yellow Turbans, drinking and reveling without care.

He no longer recognized the road, but judging by this remote path, it was likely leading back to the lair of those Yellow Turban bandits. After walking for a while, a group of over ten strong men with their heads wrapped in yellow turbans suddenly appeared by the roadside

However, beside Cao Chan, there was another pair of eyes gleaming with a hint of expectation. Judging by this person's appearance, he did not resemble a rustic villager; he might indeed have a strategy to help me escape. Wang Yan thought to herself.

This has truly turned into a case of a libertine. Asking for someone's name is one thing, but to inquire about their family background is quite another. This, this. For the first time, Chen Hou felt a sense of admiration for Cao Chan; after all, he is indeed a scion of a prominent family, and his approach to seducing women is so straightforward.

However, what Cao Chan did not expect was that a fleeting glimmer of unusual color appeared in Wang Yan's eyes as she softly said: "Yes, the Wang family of Taiyuan is the main lineage of our Peicheng Wang family. They have more officials, including those who have served as regional governors and high-ranking court officials. The current clan leader, Wang Yun, was previously the regional governor of Yuzhou."

To outsiders, Cao Chan's few hurried whispers seemed like just a breath.

"Yes. Yes, regardless of whether they are educated or not, just kill them all." Xiong Hu expressed excitedly

After observing the expressions of several individuals, Liao Hua realized that what he said might be of some use. He then gestured for the two to advance ten or so steps forward, distancing themselves from the carriage. He then remarked: "I see that person appears to be a scholar; under my steel blade, his expression remains calm, like still water."

However, she would not do so until the very last moment. The Wang family is her support, and she still harbors a glimmer of hope in her heart. As long as the Wang family discovers her disappearance and reacts, it should not take much time to rescue her.

What does brother think?" Liao Hua could only turn his gaze towards Pei Po, asking hopefully

This issue has always been something they have strenuously avoided in the past. It is a terrifying reality that if this continues, they will only face annihilation.

I know that the young lady's surname is Wang, but I do not know her given name. I am aware that the Wang family is a prominent clan in the city, but I do not know just how prominent they are. Cao Chan's words once again caused a stir among the crowd, leading to a flurry of wide-eyed stares.

A group of fools. If they were truly talented and possessed integrity as scholars, how could they easily resort to the Yellow Turban? Coercion is certainly ineffective; only a gentle approach can offer a glimmer of hope. Liao Hua secretly cursed in his heart, yet he felt powerless. In terms of martial prowess, he might surpass Pei Po, but when it comes to physical stature and a fierce appearance, he falls short.

The great sage and virtuous teacher, General Zhang Jiao of Heaven, has already been eliminated by others. What can be said of them?