After Transmigrating, I Became the Favored One in My Mountain Stronghold

Transmigrated to become a mountain bandit? Well, it's like returning to my old profession. The mountain stronghold was as poor as could be, so we could only start developing the land to achieve...

Chapter 45 A Master of Deception (shuhaige.net)

"If you're not dissatisfied with the chieftain, why are you causing me trouble? Everyone in the stronghold knows that the chieftain dotes on his daughter. You've got some nerve, daring to mock me?"

If she can't even control a few small fry, then this former big boss shouldn't be living anymore.

The original owner of this body was too timid and was often teased and ridiculed. Although she appeared indifferent on the surface, she would still feel sad and upset in private. Even so, she never thought of complaining!

They think it's beneath them to argue with these wild girls and boys!

Over time, these people became increasingly daring!

"Young Miss, please don't label us like that. We were just joking." They were a little taken aback by the sudden and harsh criticism from Mo Lan.

"I never joke with you." Mo Lan looked at them coldly.

"It was our fault for being so talkative, Miss. Please forgive us."

For some reason, after being swept over by the young lady's gaze, they felt a chill and involuntarily wanted to back down. Shanzi, in particular, even pretended to slap himself a few times as punishment!

Mo Lan didn't really care about dealing with a few small fry, but she wouldn't skimp on giving them the warnings they deserved.

He raised his hand and stroked the small crossbow on his left arm. The moment he raised it, an arrow flew into the sky with a whoosh!

Pfft~

A turtledove landed in response to the call, and coincidentally, it landed right in front of the group!

"Young...Young Miss, what excellent archery skills!"

Several people stared at the dove on the ground, then looked up at the calm and collected Mo Lan. Their bodies trembled involuntarily, and their expressions were a complex mix of emotions!

A gift to mark our meeting.

"You lads were blind to your greatness, please forgive us, young lady!" The group was frightened, and even Xiong Yanyan's expression changed.

Mo Lan didn't bother with the unruly kids and simply left.

After watching the young lady walk away, the group shook their heads and pinched each other.

What happened when they were gone?

When did this weak and helpless young lady become so powerful?

Or is she simply hiding her true abilities?

Standing to the side, Xiong Yanyan bit her lip, looking at Mo Lan with a mixture of shock and resentment in her eyes. She wanted to question her, but for a moment she didn't know what to say.

Before I knew it, the person had vanished.

Xiong Yanyan stamped her foot. She had to ask her brother what had happened to Hua Molan while she was away.

Leaving behind a few troublesome kids, Mo Lan returned to her small courtyard.

"Young Miss, you're back?" Upon seeing the young lady's return, Hua Bao quickly put down the clothes she was making.

"Miss has been following the Fourth Chieftain to White Tiger Cliff these past few days, she must be exhausted. Oh? Gardenias, I was just thinking of picking some tomorrow, but I didn't expect Miss to bring them back."

"Hua Bao, go and get some food. Your young lady is hungry."

"Oh dear~, I'll go right away. I knew Miss wouldn't be eating well at White Tiger Cliff, so I had Granny stew some snow fungus soup early this morning..."

Looking at Hua Bao's incessant chatter since she entered the room, Mo Lan felt helpless. Having a nagging maid by her side was quite a headache.

After eating, Mo Lan leaned back on the daybed, playing with the pointer in her hand while watching Hua Bao embroider flowers on her clothes.

"Once this orchid is embroidered, Miss can wear a new dress tomorrow. Black fabric isn't easy to match with patterns, but Granny Jiang reminded me that black suits gold and purple thread to highlight its elegance and grandeur. Although I don't understand, I think Miss would prefer purple..."

Hua Bao kept her head down, ignoring whether Mo Lan was listening or not, and kept talking nonstop.