Chapter 297: The Pregnant Wildman Is Very Patient

"No one may move; you must not kill anyone."

When she spoke, both sides became tense. Which side should we listen to? The elder ancestor was furious, "How dare you defy my words, you rebel! Lei, you better keep your people in check."

"Qinghuan, this is Ying's order, so you shouldn't..."

"Save us, please, I beg you."

Nan Qinghuan still tried to argue, "Elder ancestor, you heard they only want to survive. They've also mentioned what the Quanrong instructed. They're all females; my tribe has few females, so killing them would be a waste."

The elder ancestor was originally very angry, but Nan Qinghuan's words were correct: there are few females in the tribe, and after merging with the Cannibal Tribe and the Youchao Tribe, many of these people lack females.

But... A Mu feared they'd argue like before, "Qinghuan, stop interfering. You're pregnant, go back. When Ying finds out later..."

"Ying is here."

Not far away, Ying arrived hurriedly with Dashan and others; when he saw the scene, he understood what had happened.

"Qinghuan, why are you here?"

Nan Qinghuan took a deep breath and rushed forward, "Ying, I have already asked them clearly. They said what the Quanrong ordered them to do. These women only want to survive; their crime isn't death. Spare them."

Ying knew she would handle this matter; though a bit angry, he didn't raise his voice at her now.

He inhaled deeply, suppressing his fury, "Obey. This has been handed to the elder ancestor. Since you're pregnant, you shouldn't witness such bloodshed. Go back."

"You insist on killing them? They only want to live; what's wrong with that? They haven't harmed anyone."

"Nan Qinghuan, you're so bold, daring to speak to Ying like that?"

The elder ancestor slammed his Scepter, "What did you promise me back then? You promised to help Ying strengthen the tribe."

"Elder ancestor, I haven't forgotten. I'm stopping you now for the development of Ying's tribe."

"What?"

She was about to explain to Ying when the leading woman suddenly seemed to recall something, "Ou Mu, Ying, when I was being brought here I heard the Quanrong's plan. He has always resented you. He intends to deal with you at the Bolan Festival; you must be careful."

At those words, Ying's expression darkened instantly, "What?"

Quanrong will deal with him at the Bolan Festival? Thinking of that, Ying's face wasn't good either. The woman knelt pitifully, "Yes, I heard it with my own ears."

Nan Qinghuan saw the woman had told them everything; indeed, nothing was left unsaid.

Ying hadn't expected the Quanrong to still be so scheming.

"He wants to assassinate me; I'm waiting for him."

"Ying, what shall we do with these women?"

Because the woman mentioned the Quanrong's intent, Ying was somewhat moved.

"Qinghuan, ask them if they truly wish to stay here. If they do, I'll let the tribe's single men choose them and take them back to live together."

With Ying's suggestion, Nan Qinghuan was overjoyed.

"Ying, you will become a great king."

Indeed, he can be persuaded and has a kind heart; a man like that won't be bad.

Soon, Nan Qinghuan arranged these matters for him. The women naturally wanted to stay; the Quanrong Tribe could not compare to this place.

Moreover, they were all slaves, and their hearts weren't aligned with the Quanrong; otherwise they would have easily betrayed him.

Nan Qinghuan sent Youchao Xuan to summon Ashu and the Youchao Tribe members; those he deemed suitable were taken back with them.

Ashu and his group now also had females and were grinning with joy.

"Ying, Goddess, thank you."

Ashu left carrying a woman, and everyone was pleased. Yet Nan Qinghuan saw Youchao Xuan still alone, and she nudged his shoulder, "Youchao Xuan, why didn't you pick one?"

"Me?"

Youchao Xuan gave a bitter smile, "Goddess, I won't have any females."

"Why? Aren't you the one who doesn't like ChaoJi? Then tell me what you do like; I'll find it for you."

Youchao Xuan stared at her deeply, shook his head, "I have no one I like. Yao is still working, and I'll go too."

"Alas..."

Seeing Youchao Xuan's shyness, she said little more. After he left, Ying grabbed his waist, "Weren't you supposed to rest inside the house? Why did you come?"

Nan Qinghuan was about to explain when the elder ancestor, angry, coughed.

"Nan Qinghuan, did you run away last time?"

Nan Qinghuan felt a chill down her spine, a bit embarrassed—was this a reckoning? She hurried forward, bowing slightly, "Elder ancestor, I was wrong. I won't run again; I swear."

A Mu also quickly defended Nan Qinghuan, "Yes, A Mu, Qinghuan hasn't run away. She's now helping our tribe's affairs. Look, the tribe's prosperity is all thanks to her."

The elder ancestor glanced at Nan Qinghuan, then stood beside her, eyeing her belly, "Really?"

"I truly won't run; I won't ever run again. Wherever Ying is, I'll be there."

Those words were sincere; she had deceived the old lady before, but now she meant it.

Never run again!

The elder ancestor looked at her, still seeming unconvinced, "You'd better remember your words, or the Heavenly God will punish you. Understand?"

Nan Qinghuan: "…"

"Elder ancestor, Qinghuan won't leave me; now that she has my child, she won't go anywhere."

"You, you're being fooled by this female. The elder ancestor won't bother you. Now you want to eat rice—where will you eat it?"

The elder ancestor wanted food, and A Mu quickly said, "Follow me; I've prepared a meal."

A Mu, fearing the elder ancestor would lecture Nan Qinghuan, hurried her to the meal; the elder ancestor is a glutton, and with rice he won't nag.

After they left, Ying reached out and held her tighter, his gaze filled with worry.

"Qinghuan, you won't go to the Bolan Festival, right? Stay in the tribe and wait for me to return; I'll bring back many fun things, okay?"

Hearing that, Nan Qinghuan was a bit displeased, pursing her lips, "Ying, didn't we agree you'd let me go?"

Ying had originally agreed, but today, after hearing that the Quanrong plan to deal with him, he

She is now pregnant and cannot have any mistakes.

"Listen, if there's danger I can't let you go."

Nan Qinghuan still wanted to strive, and a voice from behind came from Dashan.

"Ying."

Dashan arrived, and Ying seemed to have some secret he said behind Nan Qinghuan, and after he finished listening he was silent for a moment, "Got it."

"Dashan, what's the matter?"

"Ou Mu, nothing, it's a Road building matter."

Nan Qinghuan was about to ask what the matter was when Dashan left, but Ying stepped forward and stared at her deeply, "Fine, since you want to go, then go. We'll set out in three days, but you must stay by my side and not run around, understand?"

This Ying suddenly agreed, which left Nan Qinghuan a bit puzzled; what is this man up to? "Run around? I'm not a three‑year‑old child, how could I run around, Ying, tell me what's so fun about it, the sentences you and Youchao Xuan said, you…"

"Don't ask, that place has already vanished, I'll take you home."

Nan Qinghuan discovered this man had a secret, but unfortunately he didn't tell her.

"No need, in broad daylight I'll go back on my own. Aren't you going to do Road building? This road must be finished before Snow falls in Winter, otherwise the Snow will block the mountain and we can't finish it. Once the road is ready, we can build Carriages for travel."

"Carriage?"

Ying, curious, reached out and wrapped his arm around her waist, a warm smile at the corner of his mouth, "Qinghuan, what is a Carriage?"