Princess Xiangrui in Huanzhu

Mo Xinqiang's heart was full of struggle and entanglement at this moment, and the expression on his face was uncertain. It was obvious that he was in extreme hesitation.

He exudes a strong bandit spirit, but at the same time he attaches great importance to brotherhood, which makes it an almost impossible task for him to abandon Sun Dahe and his gang of younger brothers so easily. It is undoubtedly a huge test for Mo Xinqiang.

However, Mo Ying was extremely firm and decisive. She knew that this was a great opportunity to put pressure on her father to achieve her goal.

She stared at Mo Xinqiang with burning eyes and asked righteously, "Dad, our village has reached a critical moment of life and death. You are throwing away the lives and safety of all the people in the village just to protect those bad people. Is it really worth it?"

These words were like a sharp sword piercing Mo Xinqiang's heart, leaving him speechless and not knowing how to respond.

In fact, Mo Xinqiang has always been accustomed to protecting his younger brothers. As for other matters, he has not thought too much about them.

Seeing this, Mo Ying continued his offensive without hesitation, as the saying goes, "strike at the first sign of trouble."

She then said, "Dad, if we save these people this time, but they cause trouble again next time, will you still protect this mob of them as always?"

"Isn't this contrary to your original idea? This is clearly condoning evil forces and encouraging perverse tendencies!"

Mo Ying's series of sharp questions came like a barrage of cannonballs, leaving Mo Xinqiang helpless.

Faced with his daughter's well-founded accusations, he had to admit that every word Mo Ying said was true.

Because he knew very well in his heart that those guys who were called "scum" would not have the slightest remorse or introspection at all.

They will only regret that they were not able to do their evil deeds more cleanly and conceal them from the world without being caught by others; they will only complain and blame others for not protecting and shielding them.

They are like time bombs harbouring dangers that could explode at any time and anywhere.

Mo Xinqiang didn't say another word, but Mo Ying knew him very well. Such behavior was enough to prove that he had begun to waver and be shaken, or to put it more accurately, he had acquiesced.

But then, Mo Ying couldn't laugh anymore either, because compared to handing over Sun Dahe's mob, disbanding the village was more difficult.

You should know that this village was founded by Mo Xinqiang’s adoptive father, who is also Mo Ying’s grandfather.

Thinking back to the long-lasting drought, every household was starving and couldn't even get a bite of food. Mo Ying's grandfather had no choice but to go up the mountain and become a bandit.

Who would have thought that later many villagers would follow him up the mountain for various reasons and join the group, and over time the size of the group grew larger and larger.

It is no exaggeration to say that Mo Xinqiang had already firmly believed from the bottom of his heart that this mountain stronghold belonged to the Mo family. How could he give up or disband it so easily?

Mo Ying's head was about to explode just thinking about it. However, no matter how reluctant she was, she knew that she had to muster up the courage to persuade him.

After all, if she were to start from a purely practical perspective, she actually thought that disbanding the village might be a wiser choice. After all, staying in this desolate mountain and wilderness always presents many potential dangers and variables.

Besides, being a bandit is not a glorious thing after all, and many people in the mountain strongholds had no choice but to go up the mountain and become bandits.

Now that the imperial court has expressed its willingness to accept them, why not take advantage of this opportunity? In this way, not only can everyone live a stable and peaceful life, but they will also no longer have to worry and be afraid all day long.

However, Mo Xinqiang didn't think so at all. For him, on this mountain, he had absolute freedom and authority, and under him were a group of loyal and obedient brothers. But once he got down the mountain, everything would be completely different. By then, he would lose all the glory and status he once had, and become an insignificant person who no one cared about. Mo Xinqiang couldn't accept this huge psychological gap, and he was even more unwilling to try it easily.

"Dad, the second condition he proposed is that we disband the village." Mo Ying closed her eyes tightly and quickly told her father. Before she finished speaking, Mo Xinqiang's thunderous roar came.

"This ignorant little bastard is just dreaming! Forget it! There's no way!" Mo Xinqiang was furious. The hesitation in his heart disappeared instantly, replaced by a full-on rage. At this moment, his attitude was extremely firm, and there was no room for negotiation.

"Dad..." Seeing this, Mo Ying still wanted to continue persuading him, but was interrupted as soon as she opened her mouth.

"Enough! No need to say more, there is no way I will agree to this! I would rather live with my head held high than die with my knees bowed!" Mo Xinqiang was furious, his face turned as red as a pig's liver, and he refused firmly.

"Dad, can you bear to see our village destroyed?" Mo Ying cried bitterly. The heavy psychological burden almost broke her down. She racked her brains to come up with countless strategies, and now she was on the verge of a mental breakdown.

"Hmph! That brat is still in my hands, I don't think he dares to ignore his own safety." A fierce look flashed across Mo Xinqiang's eyes. If things can't be done, the worst that can happen is that both sides will perish together, anyway, Mo Xinqiang is a reckless desperado.

"Absolutely not, Daddy! You must not do that!" Mo Ying seemed to have witnessed the blood-flowing tragedy in the village with her own eyes. She became more and more agitated and started to cough violently, "Cough cough! Cough cough... Daddy, absolutely not!"

A trace of scarlet slowly flowed down the corner of her lips, like a seductive flower blooming on her pale face. Her chest rose and fell violently, as if she was experiencing a turbulent storm in her heart.

"Ying'er, don't be impulsive!" Mo Xinqiang keenly noticed Mo Ying's abnormality and hurriedly spoke out to stop her.

"Dad, there are hundreds of lives at stake in our village! We have to be responsible for these brothers and sisters, and we must not act on impulse." Mo Ying bit her lower lip, with a determined light in her eyes.

"Now that the imperial court is willing to recruit us, perhaps... we should also consider this option." Mo Ying persuaded earnestly.