"Boss, my men just saw a caravan about to pass by down the mountain. They look really rich. Should we go and pull off a heist?"

Fang Xiyue lay on the bed, a blade of grass dangling from her mouth, idly twisting her ankles.

Upon hearing what her subordinate said, Fang Xiyue immediately jumped out of bed. "Let's go!"

Fang Xiyue has been in charge of this mountain stronghold for a year now. She had to take over the stronghold a year ago after her grandfather passed away.

She was incredibly skilled in martial arts; none of the men in the entire village could defeat her. In addition, she had a fiery personality and acted decisively, so everyone in the village respected her greatly.

Although Fang Xiyue was incredibly beautiful, none of the men in the village dared to covet her. Anyone who dared to covet her would be courting death.

This resulted in all the men who grew up with Fang Xiyue getting married and having children, while she became a 21-year-old spinster, even though girls in their generation could get married at the age of 15.

When Grandfather Fang was alive, he intended for her to marry Lu Tianjing, the grandson of the second-in-command. However, Lu Tianjing was so frightened that he ran away overnight.

Grandfather Fang then set his sights on Qi Yuan, the grandson of the third leader. As a result, Qi Yuan immediately knelt down and begged for mercy, saying that he would rather die now than be beaten to death after marriage.

In the end, to save the lives of everyone in the mountain stronghold, Fang Xiyue's wedding was postponed.

However, when Grandfather Fang was dying, he still thought about Fang Xiyue getting married. He repeatedly told her that she must find a suitable husband. If she couldn't find one on the mountain, she should go down the mountain to look for him. He told her to pretend to be weak and trick him into going home first.

Fang Xiyue trembled slightly at the thought of her frail and delicate appearance. She couldn't do it, she just couldn't.

Since her grandfather wanted her to get married, then so be it. If she couldn't get it done through normal means, she would just steal it. If a bandit leader could steal his wife, then she could steal his husband. She wasn't lacking in anything.

However, there were so many wealthy merchants passing by that she could rob them of their money, but there was nothing to rob them of. Since she had already decided to rob them, of course she would rob the good-looking ones.

Although she had given up hope, she would still rob the money she was supposed to steal.

"Men, another fat sheep is coming. After we rob this one, we can rest for a while."

Fang Xiyue robbed only wealthy and unscrupulous merchants; she never touched good businessmen. She would also share half of the loot with the poor villagers at the foot of the mountain, which is why some villagers were willing to marry into their families.

Rather than calling them bandits, it's more accurate to say that they were bandits when they were working, but otherwise they were just ordinary people who farmed, raised chickens, ducks, and pigs.

Today was a beautiful, sunny day, perfect for robbing people. Fang Xiyue led a large group of strong and burly henchmen down the mountain to commit robbery.

"After we finish this mission, we'll harvest the crops. Although farming doesn't bring in much money, it's enough to keep us from worrying about food and clothing."

"Sigh, the grain in our granary is enough to last several generations, and it's about to go moldy. We plant new rice every year, but we end up eating old rice."

“We can’t open a grain store, otherwise we’ll definitely have no trouble selling this grain.”

The younger men talked about food as they walked. Their mountain village had cultivated a lot of land, and the soil here was fertile, so the grains grew very well. They couldn't sell them, so they could only eat them themselves, and occasionally they would exchange some with the villagers down the mountain.

"Don't worry, I will find a way to sell these grains, and I will make sure they don't get moldy."

Fang Xiyue had been considering the issue of these grains for a long time. Since she couldn't open a shop, she thought it would be better to send them to the front lines, believing that the soldiers there would be very willing to accept them.

Food supplies are very important to the soldiers. After the crops are harvested, she will set off for the border.

"Okay, boss, we believe you." As soon as the underlings heard Fang Xiyue say that, they immediately felt like they had found their pillar of support. There was nothing their boss couldn't do.

The group arrived at their usual ambush location, took their positions, and soon spotted the convoy.

The procession consisted of 10 carriages, each extremely luxurious, accompanied by mounted guards, totaling about 50 people.

"Boss, these are all trained fighters, they're not easy to deal with." The younger brother hesitated as he looked at the guards with swords.

"What are you afraid of? We're all real martial arts practitioners, forged in the crucibles of war. We're much better than those pretty faces. Get ready... to move out!"

With a wave of her hand, Fang Xiyue sent countless huge rocks rolling down. Fang Xiyue wasn't stupid; she couldn't just confront them head-on. Her first step was to create chaos.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Fang Xiyue led her people down the mountain. Some of the horses were injured and unable to get up, while others were jumping wildly, trying to throw off the people on their backs.

"Don't be afraid, we're here to save you!"

Robbery also requires strategy. They were dressed no differently from ordinary people and looked nothing like bandits.

So the guards didn't think much of it at first, but when they saw their brothers being tied up by the seemingly simple-minded man, they knew something was wrong.

At this point, fewer than 20 guards remained who could still move; the others had either been injured by horses or captured by Fang Xiyue and her group.

Fang Xiyue and her gang only robbed them of their money and didn't spare their lives, so they were simply tied up, separated, and thrown aside.

At this moment, the two sides were in a standoff. The curtain of the carriage opposite was lifted, and a handsome and dignified man stepped out.

He was dressed in an incredibly luxurious brocade robe, embroidered with exquisite patterns and adorned with gold thread, which shimmered slightly in the sunlight—genuine gold thread, truly extravagant.

He wore a jade pendant around his waist, which was clearly very valuable; the pendant had the character "霄" (xiao) on it.

He wore an exquisite jade crown on his head, his hair was neatly tied up, and a few strands of hair fluttered playfully.

Most importantly, he was incredibly handsome, with sword-like eyebrows, bright eyes, a high nose bridge, and thin lips with a slight smile.

Fang Xiyue was thrilled; her eyes lit up instantly. Wasn't this her ideal husband? She had almost given up hope, but such a perfect man had been delivered to her!

Without hesitation, she waved her hand and shouted, "Brothers, kidnap this man and take him back to the mountain stronghold to be your husband!"

Upon hearing the order, the men rushed forward like wolves and tigers. They finally found a suitable candidate so that their boss could not harm them. They had to keep the person alive.

The man initially seemed to have something to say, but before he could even speak, Fang Xiyue took a liking to him because of his appearance.

Seeing the bandits rushing towards them, the guards quickly huddled together, shouting, "Protect the Prince!"

It was impossible for Fang Xiyue not to hear the shout. A prince? It was actually a prince. Considering the character "Xiao" on the jade pendant and the fact that he was about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, it could only be the idle prince, Prince Xiao, or Gong Yunxiao.

But who cares? Even if the person she wants is the emperor, she'll bring him back to the mountain stronghold.