Wang Yue saw the surprise in Mu Zhuohua's eyes and knew this was a good chance to win her over. He pretended to be rather aggrieved and said, "If I hadn't been afraid those kidnappers would sell you off, I would've only robbed bandits. I definitely wouldn't have gone after street thugs. I've rescued plenty of kidnapped women and children along the way. You have no idea—any woman with even a little beauty gets sold to a brothel. And just look at the two of you."
Wang Yue's words startled Mu Zhuohua. Her journey had been so peaceful and smooth that she'd assumed she had simply concealed her beauty well enough to keep the villains uninterested. On top of that, she'd thought the administration was clean and honest these days, which was why there had been so little trouble.
She had read plenty of books and knew that Southern Chen had grown from a small kingdom, gradually annexing other countries until it reached its present size.
The northern enemy, Northern Liang, had yet to be defeated, so there had been no time to put the country's affairs in order. The great clans were now everywhere, and the local government still needed their cooperation to make its voice heard.
Mu Zhuohua reckoned that without Wang Yue sweeping away the dangers along the way, it would have been extremely difficult for her and Guo Juli to reach Dingjing so quickly.
Of course, unless they had luck as a passive ability—and it was maxed out—they'd have had little chance of making it safely to the capital.
After figuring all that out, she looked at Wang Yue with an even more complicated expression. She hesitated for a moment, then asked earnestly, "Why are you so good to me?"
Wang Yue saw that Mu Zhuohua