Reborn to Become A Queen: The Real Heiress's Comeback-Chapter 311 Don’t Get Your Hands Dirty!

The village chief said from behind Zhan Lan, "These people are from a few nearby villages, getting mad because they’re so poor, and often come here to rob us of food."

When Mu Yan heard the leader with the sideburns speaking sarcastically about Lady Zhan Lan, his fists clenched, but Zhan Lan pressed his hands and turned towards the men saying, "A true man should not have to rob others to survive. What kind of man does that make you!"

The leader, infuriated, retorted: "You know nothing about our struggles, sitting there without any pains. If it wasn’t for poverty, do you think I would be out here robbing?"

Suddenly, he noticed the murderous intent and the oppressive aura in Mu Yan’s eyes, so he shut his mouth and looked back at the serene Zhan Lan.

The next moment, Zhan Lan picked up a tree branch as thick as a Copper Coin from the ground and stepped forward.

Slap, slap, slap!

The branch first struck the man’s mouth, then his body, then his legs.

"Ah!" The man screamed in pain and immediately fell to his knees.

"With such a filthy mouth, were you raised on dung?" Zhan Lan rebuked, and everyone stepped back.

With teeth knocked out and mouth bleeding, the man turned to his brothers and said, "What are you staring at? Fight for me..."

Liu Dazhuang ran over, scolding: "You’re here again, blind as bats, not even recognizing Prince Zhenbei!"

"What big talk you have! I’m not easily frightened!"

After finishing his words, when he saw the commanding presence and pressure in Mu Yan’s eyes, he looked at Zhan Lan and realized she lacked an Adam’s apple, her chest puffed up, her slender waist could be circled with one hand and she was exceptionally beautiful, the lust in his eyes flashed but vanished instantly.

Thinking of Zhan Lan’s identity and her ruthless moves, he dared not entertain any ulterior motives, what if?

What if she really is Prince Zhenbei?

His eyes darted to the carriage that bore the character "Mu", suddenly he became tense, wondering if that man was Regent King Mu Yan.

Feeling guilty he said, "I had no idea Prince Zhenbei was here... I’ll leave immediately!"

After that, he knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Zhan Lan.

But suddenly, he felt a severe blow in his chest as Mu Yan kicked him flying backward, causing him to crash heavily into a wall and collapse on the ground.

With a fierce look in his eyes, Mu Yan had been suppressing his anger, but the way that man had looked Zhan Lan up and down, and that fleeting lustful glare, made him extremely uncomfortable.

If Zhan Lan were not a female general, but a regular woman, she would have definitely been bullied by these scoundrels.

"Sir... I... I was wrong!" The man lay on the ground, spitting blood. freёnovelkiss.com

The other fifteen or so people also dropped the things they were looting, shivering in fear.

Mu Yan held Zhan Lan’s hand and said, "Lan’er, next time, let me do it when I am here, do not dirty your hands!"

Zhan Lan threw away the branch in her hand and replied, "Alright."

The sideburns man, seeing the way Mu Yan looked at Zhan Lan, suddenly remembered something.

He recalled hearing about Prince Zhenbei during his last gambling stint in Ding’an City. Prince Zhenbei was the Brave General Zhan Lan, and the man before him, so noble and distinguished, was her husband, the Regent King...

Frightened and enduring severe pain, the man said, "I was wrong, Regent King, I was wrong! I accidentally offended the Princess, please forgive me, Prince, I won’t dare again... never again!"

Hearing their leader’s words, his followers were also terrified and hurriedly knelt down, continuously kowtowing.

Everyone had heard of how Mu Yan was ruthless and formidable in killing, while Zhan Lan was the beloved general of the people; they were not afraid of her, but they feared Mu Yan, the cold-blooded executioner.

"Prince, we were wrong, we will change..."

The pleas for mercy rose and fell as the villagers then realized that this man was indeed the rumored Regent King, the future husband of General Zhan.

"My goodness, we actually met the Regent King, those two really are a perfect match!"

"From now on, we have a guardian deity!"

The villagers were thrilled. Liu Dazhuang immediately took people and tied up more than a dozen individuals, returning the goods to the cart, after which Zhan Lan and Mu Yan boarded the leading carriage.

Following them were ten plus people, their hands bound by ropes, heading together towards the next village!

The villages the carriage passed were even poorer than Xiaohe Village.

Zhan Lan looked at the villagers by the roadside, who watched them timidly—elderly folks, skinny as can be, children with hardly clothes enough to cover themselves, their hands outstretched, begging from those inside the carriage.

"Sir, please give us something to eat!"

"Sir, please show mercy!"

The young people in the village did not look youthful at all; each one listless, looking prematurely old.

When they saw the dozen or so people tied together like strung locusts, they looked terrified.

Those people were the ones making their already poor lives even harder. They were poverty-stricken as it was, but with these individuals, life was even more difficult.

The villagers wondered, who exactly were the people tied up in the carriage?

Zhan Lan spoke in the carriage: "I’ve always felt that I endured many hardships, but compared to them, I’m much better off."

Mu Yan grasped Zhan Lan’s hand, "To starve and lack clothing, to live without dignity—life and death in an instant, whether in times of prosperity or now, there are always such impoverished people. If you hadn’t brought me here today, I wouldn’t even know there were people scraping out a living in such desolate places."

Zhan Lan sighed, "Helping once or twice is possible, but it’s better to teach fishing than to give fish; eventually, they must rely on themselves."

After Mu Yan and Zhan Lan stepped down from the carriage, all the villagers looked over.

"Who are these two lords? They are so handsome!"

"Such dignified looking lords, why would they come here?"

"Could they be here to investigate something? Look, they even have over a dozen people tied up behind them!"

"Oh dear, we better stay away, just to avoid any trouble for us."

"Yes, yes!"

Zhan Lan looked at the people and spoke loudly, "Don’t be afraid; we have come to bring you some food and necessities, nothing else."

When they heard there was food, and with Zhan Lan speaking in a woman’s voice, everyone relaxed a little.

Vermilion Bird took out rice, flour, and oil they had brought and placed them together.

The villagers’ eyes lit up, their faces glowing with excitement as if seeing gold and silver.

"Don’t fight over it, let’s share. If I find out anyone took more than their share, next time I come, there will be none!"

Zhan Lan spoke with resounding authority, everyone afraid that this lord might not return next time, so they respectfully waited for the village Clan Leader to distribute.

Zhan Lan addressed the people, "Did these dozen or so people bully you?"

The villagers were angry but dared not speak, their silence was their answer.

Zhan Lan said sternly, "From now on, if anyone dares to rob or beat people in my territory, you may well inquire about my, Zhan Lan’s, methods!"

Zhan Lan did not linger and boarded the carriage to leave.

The villagers were all dazed.

The Clan Leader who had just arrived pondered and asked, "She said... what was her name?"