Of course, Mo Qiang knew this. She also knew that the woman would not sit still without seeing her head on her feet. She sighed and exhaled heavily.
"Let's see what their faction had planned," said Mo Qiang, as there was no other choice. Even if she rushed up to the rebels' village and broke the tortal, who could guarantee that nothing would happen?
Wen Gui also had the same thought. At least now they had a general idea. If they let the rebels slip past this time, there was a very good chance that they might become even more slippery the next time.
Thus, even though he was worried, he could only let the rebels run amok for the time being.
A week passed by without the rebels making a move. Mo Qiang also forgot about the tortal that was being built in the village of rebels and finished harvesting the sweet potatoes and the mangoes that she had planted in her greenhouse.
