The bandits drove their horse-drawn carriage for dozens of miles along the rugged mountain road. Only when they found no one behind them did they slowly lower their guard and continue walking leisurely.
Mu Jin woke up during the bumpy journey. Her hands were tied very tightly and she couldn't break free at all. Besides, now was not a good time to escape.
Having endured a bumpy journey, Mu Jin was already exhausted. Knowing that her current situation was extremely dangerous, she told herself not to act rashly.
At this moment, whenever Mu Jin closed her eyes, she would recall the scene of Shiyi's persistent high fever and Qing'er fainting in the snow.
Clearly, this group knew that Eleven was highly skilled in martial arts. Taking advantage of her illness, they lured her out to be humiliated by the bandits. It's conceivable that Shen Qianqian and Guangfu wanted her to suffer a terrible death.
Thinking of Shiyi, Mu Jin frowned. It seemed Shiyi's problem wasn't just a high fever; perhaps Guangfu had also poisoned him.
Mu Jin calmly analyzed her current situation. At this moment, no one knew where she was, and no one could save her. The only one who could save her was herself.
The carriage traveled for a while longer before suddenly stopping. Several bandits picked her up, laughing loudly, and carried her up the mountain.
Mu Jin was covered in a sack, so she couldn't see what was happening outside. Several bandits took turns carrying her for most of the hour, when they suddenly stopped amidst cheers and jeers.
Then the two bandits carried her and threw her into Zhao Dahu's stinky room.
The two bandits pulled the sack off her body, and only then could she see what the room looked like.
The room was a mess. Apart from a simple square table and chairs with a teapot and teacups on it, there was only a makeshift wooden bed next to it.
The blankets on the bed looked like they hadn't been washed in years; they were covered in black, greasy stains that made one want to vomit.
After the two bandits removed the sack from Mu Jin's body, they saw her angelic face and couldn't help but feel aroused. They both couldn't wait to touch Mu Jin's face a couple of times.
The bandits were delighted to touch Mu Jin's soft, silky skin, but they knew that Zhao Dahu had taken a liking to her, and they dared not be any more rude. They could only mutter curses under their breath as they left Zhao Dahu's room, their hearts itching with desire.
The lights outside the window were bright, and Mu Jin could hear the bandits drinking and making merry.
These bandits were entrenched in the mountains near the capital. Now that the situation was bad and the government was cracking down hard, they had to keep a low profile. Even if they traveled to the highest level, they rarely managed to snatch a woman like this. This time, they snatched a princess who was as beautiful as a fairy. How could this not boost their morale?
The bandits cheered every now and then, uttering vulgar and obscene words.
Mu Jin waited for a while and found that there were no bandits guarding the door. She figured that since she was tied up, she couldn't do anything wrong.
Looking at the teacup on the table, Mu Jin rammed her body into the table. Due to the impact, the teacup fell to the ground. It rolled twice but did not break. Instead, it rolled to a stop not far from Mu Jin.
Mu Jin shifted her body, grabbed the teacup with her bound hands, and with a forceful pull, the teacup shattered into several pieces.
Mu Jin took a piece of rope from the broken teacup and painstakingly began to cut it bit by bit with her bound, bloodied hands.
The broken porcelain shards were very sharp. While cutting the hemp rope, they also cut the skin on Mu Jin's wrist. Soon, she was drenched in cold sweat from the pain.
Once the hemp rope in her hand was cut by the porcelain shard, Mu Jin ignored the pain in her wrist and kept trying to break the hemp rope under her feet.
As they untied the last knot of the rope, the door was violently flung open by Zhao Dahu, who stormed in, reeking of alcohol and spewing foul odors.
Upon hearing the noise, Mu Jin put her hands behind her back, pretending that she was still tied up.
Looking at Mu Jin's beautiful face, Zhao Dahu felt hot all over, and his eyes gleamed with lewdness.
When they were at the foot of the mountain, Zhao Dahu discovered that Mu Jin actually knew kung fu, and he was somewhat wary of her. However, now that she was tied up by him, even though she had martial arts skills, she was powerless to resist and could only watch helplessly as he took advantage of her!
Zhao Dahu staggered toward Mu Jin, wanting to touch her face, but Mu Jin turned her head away with a look of disgust.
Zhao Dahu wasn't annoyed by Mu Jin's disgusted look; he just grinned and showed his black teeth.
"What, you're still putting on airs like a princess when you come here?"
Mu Jin raised an eyebrow: "Since you know who I am, you should know that I am someone you can't afford to offend. If you know what's good for you, let me go. You can still run away now."
Upon hearing that Mu Jin was not only unafraid but also threatening him, Zhao Dahu spat on the ground.
"Pah! You filthy woman, don't try to scare me like that. I've already found out, that Prince Yun wishes you were dead so he could put that concubine in the main seat!"
Then Zhao Dahu looked at Mu Jin's ample breasts and said lewdly, "I've been hiding in these mountains for over a month and haven't been able to touch a woman. You've given me a good time! Maybe I'll spare your life and make you my mountain stronghold's wife, how about that?"
Hearing Zhao Dahu's filthy words, Mu Jin frowned, her eyes flashing with murderous intent. She said slowly, "What if I say no?"
Upon hearing Mu Jin's words, Zhao Dahu squinted and burst into laughter.
“I advise you to understand the situation. In any case, you can’t get down this mountain alive. The buyer paid two thousand taels of silver to have us rape and kill you. There’s no way you can go back.”
After saying that, Zhao Dahu walked towards Mu Jin, who had a calm expression. Seeing Mu Jin's calm and fearless expression, he felt a little nervous.
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