"The higher the Zhao family climbs, the greater the benefits they gain. Since they dared to agree, it proves they have ambition. As the saying goes, fortune favors the bold. The Zhao family wants to become an outstanding noble family in Ji State, but they don't have enough ability themselves, so they can only seek external assistance. I extended an olive branch, and they accepted it. As for the consequences, they must bear them."

Mo Lan didn't think her methods were despicable. As long as the Zhao family behaved themselves, she would never interfere. It was a win-win situation, and the Zhao family didn't suffer any losses.

She only used those people as a last resort; she wouldn't use them unless absolutely necessary.

Frost: "..."

People die for wealth, birds die for food; this has been the case since ancient times.

The next morning, the two set off again.

Han Shuang was still driving the carriage. Mo Lan, feeling bored, simply lifted the curtain and went out to sit next to Han Shuang at the front of the carriage. "Since we're just killing time anyway, why don't we chat?"

"What does the boss want to talk about?" Frost gripped the reins, ready for anything.

"Don't be nervous. I'll ask whatever you want, and you can answer whatever you want. It's okay if you don't want to answer." Mo Lan looked at her slightly nervous appearance, flicked her pointer helplessly, and hesitated in her heart.

Han Shuang was prepared, but seeing that Mo Lan remained silent, she couldn't help but turn her head and ask, "Why isn't Boss asking?"

"Ahem~, I'd like to know, why haven't you finished settling your scores?"

Frost: "..."

Mo Lan leaned against the carriage and watched as Han Shuang's body tensed up suddenly because of her problem, especially her hand holding the reins, where the veins stood out, indicating that she was very unsettled at the moment.

Seeing Han Shuang like this, Mo Lan raised an eyebrow, but didn't urge her. She just waited quietly. The road was long, and she had plenty of time.

After a quarter of an hour of silence, Han Shuang finally calmed down. She turned to look at Mo Lan, pursed her lips, and spoke in a voice colder than usual.

"Why did you suddenly ask that, boss?"

"The road ahead is long, and we always need to find something to pass the time." They are usually busy, and when they meet, they only talk about business and don't have time to sit down and have a quiet chat.

"If you really don't want to talk about it, that's fine. Everyone has secrets, and I don't mean to force you. It's just that I've noticed you still harbor hatred in your heart. Suppressing it too much isn't good; it's detrimental to your mental and physical health."

As Mo Lan spoke, looking at Han Shuang's icy expression, she helplessly shook the pointer in her hand, "Since you came back last time, I have noticed that you have taken many more lives, but the hatred has not disappeared. I am very puzzled. With your abilities, and having the desire for revenge, there should be no major problems."

Frost: "..."

"If you're not strong enough, you can just ask me to lend you men. I'll help you take revenge without any problem."

Han Shuang is capable and has high combat skills. The two are compatible in personality. Besides, with her current abilities, helping Han Shuang take revenge is not a big deal.

"I want to avenge the massacre of my family myself, otherwise my parents in the afterlife will not be able to rest in peace."

As Han Shuang spoke, she gazed at the distant sky, and after a long while, her tense expression slowly relaxed.

"It's not that I can't kill them, but I don't want my parents' life's work to be ruined by those evil people."

What does that mean?

"Because they hold my family's things in their hands, but I don't have the power to take them back now." Han Shuang said, giving a self-deprecating laugh. "Boss, do you know Le Lou?"

"Is that the Le Lou that claims to know everything under heaven?" Mo Lan raised an eyebrow. Because of Karen's matter, she had come into contact with a manager of Le Lou.