Chapter 390: I Will Be Very Gentle With You

Nan Qinghuan didn't expect Ma Tian's delivery to be so fast; besides, he really does want his older brother dead.

She had always thought that the struggle for power was only vividly manifested among Ancient People, but she didn't expect that the Ancient People also fought for power so brutally.

It turns out that whether primitive people, Ancient People, or modern people, as long as they are human they have desires; this greedy struggle is human nature.

Every era is the same.

So they went to the Tribe's gate, and indeed a dozen or so people arrived, bringing baskets of Cotton on pack mules.

When he saw Ying, Ma Tian strode forward from behind, grinning at him, "Ying, the Cotton you wanted I've brought."

Ying knew he was here to inquire about Ma Ji, so he had Nan Qinghuan personally inspect the Cotton; Nan Qinghuan didn't hold back, having long become accustomed to the Tribe's customs.

Only the strong possess invincible rights and the capital of pride.

The weak Tribes then have no right to speak.

She inspected the Cotton and asked Ashu to light a torch a bit; she discovered these were not ordinary Cotton but a kind called white cotton. She had seen plenty of that in modern times, and never expected it to exist on this Ancient Land. This white cotton is larger and warmer, far bigger than the Cotton trees they obtained last time from the Snake Clan.

Great—if only we could get some trees.

Then they could cultivate them here and have Cotton Clothes and Cotton Cloth.

Great!

Because these resources are scarce, they can't produce much each time; she has been waiting for Spring, waiting for next year's Spring to arrive, when the Cotton trees will bloom and bear fruit, and then Cotton Cloth will be available.

Thinking of this, she grew a little scheming, clutching the Cotton tightly, not letting go, imagining filling the outside with these Cotton trees.

That would be perfect.

Ying, seeing her silent, hurried forward and asked, "Qinghuan, what's wrong?"

Nan Qinghuan glanced at him, then looked at Ma Tian, "I want to know whether you trade trees here?"

"Trees? You mean the Cotton trees?"

Nan Qinghuan still thought this man was quite clever; no wonder he wanted to kill his older brother to take the Clan Leader's seat—Ma Tian is even harder to deal with than Ma Ji.

"Exactly, this Cotton is good; do you trade these trees?"

"Of course, as long as there's something suitable everyone will trade. Tomorrow my people also want to come here to exchange. Ying, it'll be lively here tomorrow."

Now Ma Tian wants to know whether Ma Ji is dead; if he is, Ma Tian will be at ease.

He must learn that Ma Ji is dead before he can ascend to the chief's position; otherwise, when he returns, he will be the one who dies.

So he flatters Ying, making it best for Ying to kill Ma Ji!

Ying glanced at Ma Tian and smiled, "Tomorrow many Tribes will come here to exchange goods. I also welcome people from the You Su Tribe. Thank you for the Cotton; I'll take it."

"Alright, we'll definitely come tomorrow, Ying, about my older brother…"

"Don't worry, on this Jiuzhou Dadi there is no longer a man named Ma Ji. He's dead; I ordered his execution, his head is on the wolf clan's great tree."

"Dead? Really dead?"

Ma Tian was overjoyed to hear that his brother was dead; he could hardly wait to hear that.

Ying let out a cold laugh, "I have no need to lie to you. Fine, I've received the Cotton; a pleasant cooperation."

"Haha, Ying, you really put people at ease. But rest assured, I, Ma Tian, am not like Ma Ji. I don't like conquest; I like feeding and clothing my people, living a good life like yours."

The statement was indeed true, but he was eyeing more the possessions of Ying's Tribe. He was clever, unlike Ma Ji who exposed himself quickly; he would have to realize his ambition slowly.

So he first needed to get good relations with Ying's people; only then would future dealings be easy.

Both harbored their own thoughts, and Ying's intentions were not obvious; he pretended to be simple, "Since you have that idea, that's great. Let's coexist peacefully. It's getting late; you should go back now, come early tomorrow."

"Definitely, I'll bring people to trade your Salt and Iron Tool."

"Welcome."

Ma Tian let out a Haha—, then led his people back; the mules stayed here. Ashu, seeing this, hurried forward to speak with Ying, "Ying, this kid is untrustworthy; see how he'd kill his own older brother for the chief's seat."

"Ashu, don't worry; I know exactly what he's thinking. Next year we'll plan properly."

That reassured Ashu, "Alright, I understand. Where should we put these Cotton?"

Hearing that, Ying thought for a moment, then looked at Nan Qinghuan, "This Cotton isn't for just one Tribe's people. Let's send some to Senior Brother Qinghuan, and some to Yao as well."

Indeed, Ying is truly generous; he won't hoard the Cotton himself.

Moreover, he also thought of them!

"Ying…"

Nan Qinghuan was delighted; this man had truly grown into a broad‑minded leader. Across the Jiuzhou Dadi, who could compare? "Go then."

"Alright, I'm going now."

After Ashu left, Ying immediately grabbed Nan Qinghuan, and she exclaimed, "What are you doing?"

"Qinghuan, we should go back to sleep."

Hearing that, Nan Qinghuan's face flushed instantly; how could this man… "Qinghuan, I miss you so much, so much."

Ying whispered in her ear; Nan Qinghuan had already softened into a puddle of flower mud, letting him carry her home.

Then he gently laid her on the bed; this time Ying was very gentle, and as days improved, his temperament grew better.

He now knows how to be patient.

He will kiss her nose tip, then softly kiss her brow, finally reaching her delicate ear.

A wave of scorching breath rose in the air.

Under this scorching air, their breathing grew increasingly unsteady.

Nan Qinghuan swallowed, feeling uneasy, and clutched his hand, cooing, "Ying…"

In the candlelight, Nan Qinghuan's eyes shone with dazzling starlight.

Ying couldn't take his eyes away.

He loves her body, and loves her soul immensely.

"Qinghuan, don't be afraid; I will be gentle with you."

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