Wen Caishang flipped her sleeve and drew her sword. The soft sword was like a spirit snake, its blade swirling, targeting the eavesdropping car driver's ear. The driver only felt a "buzz," his ears went numb, and two streaks of blood flowed out. Only later did he gradually feel pain, unable to hear external sounds.
With a gentle sigh, she secured the gold tightly. Clutching it fiercely, she muttered, "Hehe, this brocade bag is worth a fortune!" Pressing it to her skin, she hid it at her bosom.
Li Xian wanted to speak but hesitated. Wen Caishang closed the curtain and nestled beside Li Xian, joyously saying, "Mr. Li La… now no one will disturb us. He can't hear."
Li Xian laughed and said, "Madam, you are quite bold." Wen Caishang playfully scolded, "You rascal, do you think I don't understand you? You have a wicked temper, and an even bolder heart."
The carriage sped through the mountain wilderness.
