How I Pampered the Tyrant Into Devotion With My Space-Chapter 50: Does Pei Shu’er Know She’s a Married Woman!

Because of Pei Shu’er’s words, Tang Zan felt a bit of pleasure.

He slightly curled the corners of his mouth but quickly dropped them, just responded with a cold "Hm".

Pei Shu’er noticed Tang Zan still staring at her bundle.

Her eyes rolled slightly, and she magically pulled out a sugar figurine from the bundle.

"Eat it, it’s very sweet."

Liu Xu saw it and quickly said, "Shu’er, Zan’er never eats sweets..."

Tang Zan had a strong aversion to sweets. In his room and diet, even a little sugar was intolerable, or else he’d get angry.

She didn’t expect Tang Zan to actually take the sugar figurine.

She smiled, "Zan’er, if you don’t like it, I’ll hold it for you."

Tang Zan said nothing, just looked up at Pei Shu’er.

Being cajoled by Pei Shu’er as if he were a child, he felt a bit complicated, yet slightly pleased.

When he saw the sweet smile on Pei Shu’er’s face, he was momentarily stunned, then accepted the sugar figurine with a nod.

Liu Xu and Tang Qingning exchanged a glance, seeing the shock mirrored in each other’s eyes.

Pei Shu’er returned to her original position, thinking, "Phew, luckily Tang Zan didn’t insist on taking the bundle, I must have managed to fool him."

Seeing Tang Zan with a sugar figurine, the two little ones became somewhat envious and jealous; clearly, their sister-in-law used to only favor them.

Tang Qinghuan, with her hands on her hips and a pout, felt a bit aggrieved.

"Sister-in-law, why did you give a sugar figurine only to big brother, not me? Is big brother as cute as I am? He’s just a mute."

Tang Shuo echoed, "Mute, mute, we’re cute, and we love eating sugar."

Pei Shu’er, amused by the two little ones’ reactions, took out more sugar figurines from the space and handed them to them.

"Of course, there’s one for you too; this is for Little Fairy, and this is for Great General."

When the two children saw the sugar figurines, their eyes immediately sparkled. They cuddled against Pei Shu’er’s legs, being adorable for quite a while.

"Sister-in-law, you’re the best."

Pei Shu’er chuckled at the two little ones, involuntarily looking at Tang Zan, noticing a slight, barely perceptible smile tugging at his lips.

In his hand was the Guan Gong sugar figurine, the firelight casting a warm glow on him.

Pei Shu’er thought that at this moment, Tang Zan didn’t seem so gloomy, resembling a bit the young man he was in the Capital.

At the same time, Pei Shu’er also had Tang Qinghuan send a hand warmer to Lu Qing.

After all, he was the leader, and it was necessary to build a good relationship; they would rely on him during the journey. The less whipping, the better.

Lu Qing, holding the hand warmer, was a bit dazed, glanced over at Pei Shu’er from a distance, and nodded slightly.

Pei Shu’er returned a polite smile.

Lu Qing paused for a moment.

Tang Zan’s face darkened once again.

These two were exchanging flirtatious glances in broad daylight.

He was still alive, thank you very much.

Did Pei Shu’er realize that she’s a married woman?!

The weather was getting colder, and everyone huddled together, shivering as they slept.

Before Pei Shu’er lay down in the bedding, her heart suddenly throbbed with a sharp pain.

After that, her body started to feel cold, her lips turning purple.

Despite being wrapped up warmly, she still felt cold, and her whole body started to feel weak.

She lay in the bedding for a long time, her hands and feet icy cold. Tang Qingning curiously asked, "Sister-in-law, was your body always so warm?"

Pei Shu’er shrank under the blanket, her voice muffled, "I don’t know."

The symptoms were not a cold, just inexplicable body weakness.

Tang Qingning and Liu Xu both moved a little closer to Pei Shu’er, using their hands and feet to warm her. After quite a while, Pei Shu’er’s hands and feet were finally warmed, allowing her to fall asleep.

She thought a good night’s sleep would cure it, but the next morning, Pei Shu’er looked even worse.

After getting out of bed, her head felt heavy and dizzy. She checked her pulse and found herself internally weak, and after taking some symptomatic medicine, she barely suppressed the symptoms a bit.

However, after walking a short distance, her face turned pale, and she began to break out in cold sweats.

She drank a mouthful of Spiritual Spring Water to regain some strength, but her body’s symptoms still showed no sign of improvement.

It was only the Spiritual Spring Water that kept her going.

And at this time, fifty or sixty mountain bandits charged down the mountain, looking fierce and sinister, brandishing knives and swords, surrounding the exiles and government officers.

"This road is mine, and this tree I planted. If you wish to pass, leave a toll."

These words were so cliché.

Pei Shu’er was at a loss, what terrible luck.

She was in such poor health and now confronted with bandits; how was she supposed to fight?

Moreover, why would these bandits choose such a cold place to make camp?

The land here couldn’t be cultivated; did these bandits have a screw loose?

The government officers naturally refused to comply and started skirmishing with these people; they were well-trained, with decent weapons, so naturally, they weren’t afraid of these bandits.

But even these bandits were well-trained, not panicking when they saw the government officers fighting back, engaging them methodically and orderly.

At this time, some of the exiles had crooked ideas and, not thinking straight, started fighting with the government officers trying to seize the opportunity to escape.

Lu Qing, infuriated, shouted angrily, "You fools, if you run away, your future is ruined; now you’re letting us be attacked from both sides—absolutely stupid."

Someone sneered, "Our future was ruined long ago when we were imprisoned; you don’t need to mess with us."

In these times, once exiled, returning was nearly impossible; the possibility of earning merits to offset their crimes was as rare as phoenix feathers.

Most simply perished at the place of exile, and those who truly survived to offset their crimes were virtually nonexistent.

Many had planned to escape for a long time; it was just that the timing had never been right.

Now, if they could seize the carts with supplies from the government officers and run away, they wouldn’t have to worry about their future days.

During the conflict between the bandits and government officers, some clever exiles moved toward the carts laden with provisions.

Before they could reach the cart, Lu Qing cut one down with a single stroke, a neck scar the size of a bowl, blood gushing out like a spring.

The other exiles, seeing this, were all stupefied.

Lu Qing, eyes almost tearing, shouted, "The strong and able prisoners charge forward; only by repelling these bandits can we have a chance to live. Otherwise, all that awaits is death."

Most exiles were relatively obedient, primarily because the incident with the bandits erupted suddenly, and there hadn’t been time to plan a rebellion against the government officers; confronting them recklessly now offered no benefits.

Even if victorious then, what would dividing up the food matter?

Moreover, some were thinking further ahead, not satisfied with merely the food in front of them.

Everyone charged toward the bandits, but the exiles mostly wielded sticks, with slightly sharper ones using bone knives or wooden spears.

No match for the bandits wielding swords and red tassel spears.

Each one who went was killed, the bandits dispatching the exiles like slicing melons, with minimal losses themselves.