Mo Lan sat on the stone stool, watching the three siblings argue until their faces were red, and couldn't help but rub her temples.

It turns out that Xiong Yanyan came back from her maternal grandparents' house this time with the intention of kidnapping her two older brothers.

Fortunately, Xiong Da and Xiong Er stood firm in their stance. No matter how prosperous the Song family became, they were not surnamed Xiong, and the feeling of being dependent on others was unpleasant.

Besides, with his wife gone, his daughter gone, and his son following suit, the Second Chieftain would probably take his sword and storm the Song family.

Seeing the siblings part on bad terms, Mo Lan dusted off her clothes and turned to enter the forest.

Even an upright official finds it hard to settle family disputes; the many kindnesses and grudges are often beyond the comprehension of outsiders!

An hour later, Mo Lan carried a tree branch with two pheasants and two rabbits hanging from it, and a blade of grass in her mouth, leisurely heading down the mountain home.

Today, she didn't go deep into the mountains, but only strolled around the edge, hunted a few pheasants, and planned to go back and have Grandma Jiang make soup.

The back mountain of Qinglong Village and Baihu Cliff face each other across the distance, with the road leading to the heart of the Qinglin Mountains running between them. Because of the presence of these villages, the merchants who come and go are fixed, and few strangers dare to pass by. Therefore, at present, this road is still relatively quiet.

Mo Lan stood above the mountain stream, looking at the road leading to the border, and her desire to open it up grew stronger.

Chaos also has its advantages. With warlords vying for power in various regions and no fixed territory, anyone with enough ability and military power can become a king. The feudal states can also annex each other, which is what Mo Lan likes the most.

As things stand, apart from the largest vassal states like Ji, Xiang, Zhou, and Yue, which are currently untouchable, the smaller vassal states are constantly changing hands, as if it were a daily occurrence.

Another thing that reassured Mo Lan was that the battles between the feudal lords were only fought in prosperous areas. As for those barren places, or even places where not a blade of grass could grow, they were unclaimed.

Because no feudal lord would want to waste military resources stationed in a barren place.

Mo Lan stood on the edge of the cliff, lost in thought for a while. Just as she was about to turn and leave, she noticed something rolling down the mountain not far away, eventually disappearing into the grass and becoming still.

Seeing this unexpected situation, Mo Lan stood silently for a while, complaining in her heart, before leaping up and arriving at the edge of the bushes in the blink of an eye.

Mo Lan looked down at the bloodied man on the ground. Even though he was unconscious, he still tightly gripped a gleaming silver scimitar in his hand.

With such serious injuries, I don't know how I got here.

Mo Lan then kicked him, "Hey, are you alive?"

Although the person on the ground did not respond, there was a slight rise and fall of his bare chest, indicating that he was not completely dead.

What a hassle!

Mo Lan patted his face with her pointer. "Hey, can you wake up? Don't worry, if you die, I can dig a hole and bury you. I definitely won't let you rot in the wilderness."

Perhaps Mo Lan's words provoked the person on the ground, whose tightly closed eyes suddenly twitched, blinking for a long time before barely opening a crack.

"Help...help me!"

After uttering three words in fits and starts, his head lolled to the side, and he completely lost consciousness.

To save or not to save?

Mo Lan was conflicted, mainly because she was so badly injured and didn't know if she could be saved.

Judging from this person's physique, he was definitely over 1.9 meters tall; she couldn't carry him.

I wonder if it would be embarrassing to regret it now?

What a hassle!