How I Pampered the Tyrant Into Devotion With My Space-Chapter 53: The Third Branch Captured, Killing Bandits to Assume Their Identities

Chapter 53: Third Prince Captured, Kill the Bandits and Assume Their Identity

"Thank you." Tang Zan accepted it, and the two of them quickly approached the two mountain bandits with their crossbow arrows.

Those two mountain bandits were indeed seasoned veterans of battle, showing no signs of fear.

After being hit, they rolled behind a tree and hid, refusing to come out.

Pei Shu’er and Tang Zan did not recklessly advance either, proceeding carefully and cautiously avoiding any hidden weapons that might be shot at any moment.

Knowing the two had hidden weapons, the bandits did not dare show themselves either.

Clutching daggers, their eyes glinting with murderous intent, they planned to strike hard when the pair got close.

Pei Shu’er’s expression was cold, deliberately keeping a bit of distance.

When the two appeared within view, without a word she released two arrows, hitting both men precisely in their right hands.

The daggers fell to the ground with a thud, and finally, a trace of panic appeared in their eyes.

Pei Shu’er asked, "The War Princess you mentioned earlier, what does she look like?"

The two stubbornly refused to speak, the shorter man even tilted his neck, looking as if he were ready to face death heroically.

"Kill or flay, do as you wish." 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

The taller man was silent, conveying the same meaning.

Pei Shu’er smiled slightly.

"It’s rare to meet two living people; why would we kill you?"

She raised her hand and sprinkled a little itching powder on them.

Initially, the two remained obstinate, but their bodies soon became unbearably itchy, to the point of heart-wrenching nausea, and they scratched themselves until their skin broke.

Their flesh was torn, mingling blood and tissue.

The maddening itch seemed to penetrate their bones, causing their internal organs to itch along with it.

Pei Shu’er looked at the pitiful scene without a trace of pity.

In a cold voice, she asked, "Tell me, what does the War Princess you were talking about look like?"

The shorter man was the first to give in, falling to his knees and confessing.

"Madam, the woman wore a plain blue dress, her hair was tied up with a wooden hairpin, with willow brows and almond-shaped eyes. Please, just kill me and end it."

At this point, both were almost certain that the person was Liu Xu.

Pei Shu’er asked, "Besides the War Princess, who else is in the War King’s family?"

The short man spoke while scratching himself.

"He also has a daughter, a great beauty, and two little children were captured with her. They were together at the time, and the boss said..."

At this point, the short man abruptly stopped, realizing the danger of revealing this information.

Pei Shu’er picked up the dagger that fell on the ground and stabbed it hard into the short man’s hand.

Thud!

"Mm!"

The dagger pierced through his palm.

The short man opened his mouth to scream, but Pei Shu’er stuffed it with mud, filling his mouth with dirt.

Tang Zan glanced towards Pei Shu’er with some surprise. This woman was ruthless.

He ordered coldly, "Speak."

The short man clutched his right hand, inhaling sharply, speaking while casting cautious glances at them.

"They said the two children were tender, planning to kill and eat them tonight to improve the meals."

Hearing this, Pei Shu’er felt nauseated.

Being a doctor, she was accustomed to seeing corpses.

But cannibalism, no matter how many years pass, was something she could never accept.

She felt an intensely cold pressure around her.

Turning her head, she indeed saw Tang Zan’s grim face, filled with murderous intent.

The Third Prince’s family was Tang Zan’s last conscience; if the third branch were all dead, Tang Zan would certainly become completely corrupted.

At that time, he would be a god of death, fearing no one, killing anyone who opposed him, even torturing them before killing them.

At that point, a woman like herself with an ambiguous past with the Third Prince, he certainly wouldn’t spare.

She might even suffer the most.

So, the third branch must not die.

Seeing Tang Zan this way, Pei Shu’er continued to ask.

"Then tell me, how do you get to your mountain village?"

Hearing this, the two paused.

Pei Shu’er sprinkled some more itching powder on them, and after enduring enough torture, they finally pointed in a direction.

"Cross the mountain ahead, and there will be a gorge called ’Skyline.’ Enter there, and you’ll reach our village."

Pei Shu’er nodded, "Smart choice."

After that, Pei Shu’er interrogated the two further about the village.

It turned out the village was formed by escaped criminals from the vicinity, who were once high-ranking officials or used to luxury.

The village had three leaders.

The Big Master was the strongest and most composed.

The Second Master was lecherous and was the one who claimed he wanted to enjoy the War Princess.

The Third Master was scholarly, the strategist of the group.

The hairy-faced man before was just a minor Hall Master.

The whole village had about seventy or eighty people, not too many, really incapable of contending with government officers.

After all, the government officers had over a hundred people under them, but most of the able-bodied ones were eager to resist, leading to this situation.

A pyrrhic victory.

Some people were captured too.

After inquiring about the village thoroughly, Tang Zan coldly stabbed the dagger into the hearts of both men.

Warm blood splattered on Pei Shu’er’s face, making her blink.

A nauseating feeling, like maggots in her bones, made Pei Shu’er’s cheeks numb.

Tang Zan, seeing her dazed expression, sneered.

"Pei Shu’er, don’t tell me you pity them."

Pei Shu’er did not speak; she did not pity them.

She knew these people were evil, their hands stained with blood.

But she had ultimately come from a peaceful modern era.

She chuckled, "No, I know letting them go would mean our deaths."

Tang Zan glanced indifferently at Pei Shu’er, stripped the two’s clothing, tied a large stone to each of them, broke the frozen river surface, and sunk them.

Then he donned the clothes of the two, smeared mud on his face, intending to take their identities.

It seemed he planned to infiltrate the village.

Seeing Tang Zan like this, Pei Shu’er couldn’t help but shake her head.

"It’s impossible; you can’t always keep your face dirty. There will be times you need to wash."

Tang Zan replied coolly, "Let’s get in first."

Infiltrating might not be hard, but surviving inside would be tough.

Tang Zan’s height was considerable, even taller than the previous tall one.

Pei Shu’er could disguise herself as the short bandit, but both were fair-skinned, unlike the two darker ones.

At this point, Pei Shu’er thought she could employ modern makeup skills.

Fortunately, she liked traditional styles and had purchased makeup products in such packaging.

She took out a jar of foundation, wiped the mud off Tang Zan’s face with her finger.

When her warm fingers touched Tang Zan’s skin, he felt an intense heat spreading where she’d touched him.

His face flushed with a tingly sensation, even burning his ears.

Instinctively, he moved back a bit, his voice low and deep, mixed with slight tension.

"What are you doing?"

Pei Shu’er wiped the mud off Tang Zan’s face, revealing his skin underneath, and then spoke.

"Don’t move; I’m disguising you so we can enter the village together."