The Herbal Scents of Farm Life
Chapter 913: Why is There Still a Distinction Between You and Me_1

Chapter 913: Chapter 913: Why is There Still a Distinction Between You and Me_1

"Prince Mo, everything is prepared on your end?"

At this moment, the leader on the other side came over with his people, and looking at Ya Molian and her party, his eyes practically driving their carriage up White Blind Mountain, they shimmered with nothing but contempt.

When you’re in the mountains, what can’t you eat? Why must you bring along so many heavy items—trying to show off your abilities?

Wouldn’t it be better to go light like us?

"Where are your supplies?"

Ya Molian looked at them, but the one who spoke out was Zhe Jue.

"Commander Mo, don’t tell us you’re planning to ascend White Blind Mountain without preparing anything," he said, furrowing his brow as he looked at the comfortably dressed Commander Mo.

"What’s wrong with that? Why bring so many things? Can’t you just find something to eat on the mountain, isn’t that so?" Commander Mo replied.

Zhe Jue and the others: "..."

That blood river they just passed, did he not take it seriously at all?

The things that grow in such an environment, could you even eat them? Even if you could, they would rather bring extra provisions as a precaution.

Plus, they were all martial artists; carrying items on their backs as they moved made no significant difference to them compared to not carrying anything.

"Commander Mo, I think you..."

"Zhen Wu, no need to say more."

Zhen Wu was about to speak when Lin Caisang interrupted him.

"If they want to court death, what does it have to do with us? But Commander Mo, I must remind you, once we’re on the mountain, if you run out of food and starve, don’t come to us for provisions. Because all the food we have is for our own survival," she said earnestly, her gaze fixed on Commander Mo.

"Miss, what you’re saying isn’t right, is it? Since we are all going up White Blind Mountain to save people together, why should we distinguish between you and us?" Commander Mo, now, dared not speak with finality.

After all, what would happen after they ascended White Blind Mountain was unpredictable to anyone.

"If we’re not distinguishing between you and us, then Commander Mo, you should instruct your subordinates to bring more food. That way, if we run short, we can turn to you to request supplies," Lin Caisang said.

"This..."

Commander Mo was rendered speechless by her argument, suddenly at a loss for words.

He had simply thought that not carrying burdens would allow for a faster reaction in the face of danger, hence he hadn’t brought anything.

Now, after Lin Caisang’s words, did they really have to bring provisions?

"Fine, we’ll bring supplies."

Taking a deep breath, he turned and ordered his men to fetch food from the carriage.

...

Not long after, everyone was ready. When Commander Mo came over again with his people, he saw Lin Caisang instructing Zhe Jue and Zhen Wu to draw two half-footprints at the edge of the boundary between White Blind Mountain and the outside world.

"Miss, what are you doing?" he asked, puzzled.

"Later, everyone should step into these two footprints before entering," Lin Caisang said without looking up at him.

"Why?"

Commander Mo asked.

Why should they listen to Lin Caisang? What if she was planning to harm them?

Hearing this, Ya Molian’s eyes turned cold as he glanced toward him.

"If you wish to live a little longer, it’s best to ask fewer questions. Do as you’re told!" he threatened coldly.

"You..."

Commander Mo felt a surge of anger stuck in his throat, unable to vent it or swallow it down.

This Ya Molian, did he really think he was some Prince Mo? Would the Emperor have allowed this son of a criminal to return if not for the need to save Prince Lin?