If Meng Jingwei had known Tang Si was thinking this way, he wouldn't have traveled thousands of miles to the Hidden Tribe, risking his life for her. It wasn't worth it!
Meng Jingwei glanced at Tang Si, then continued to speak to He Xiaomingjin, "I am not part of the Hidden Tribe, so not only are the Hidden Tribe's affairs unrelated to Tang Si, but they are also unrelated to me."
Tang Si: "..."
Hmph, he knew it. Little Chili was definitely not that kind of person.
"Sister Weiwei, you can't blame me for this. Grandpa said that he would have to tie you up and bring the prey to you before you would come out of seclusion."
He Xiaomingjin blocked Meng Jingwei, preventing her from leaving. Then, He Xiaomingjin's men appeared, five or six of them blocking their path.
Twenty minutes later.
Empty-handed, facing seven opponents, Tang Si and Meng Jingwei took them down and tied all seven to trees.
"If you like waiting, then wait slowly."
Meng Jingwei let out a long sigh and glanced at He Xiaomingjin, "Tell Old Chentou that 'man proposes, heaven disposes,' and I will never be his puppet. Also, Li Yun'er is already dead. And her death, your grandfather is the mastermind!"
Without his so-called 'plans,' Li Yun'er would not have existed.
Old Chentou not only controlled his own life plan but also Li Yun'er's entire life.
Little did they know, Meng Jingwei was rebellious and opinionated at heart, and Li Yun'er was the same.
It was just that, in comparison, Li Yun'er was not as fortunate as her, not receiving Qing Muye's affection and protection.
If Qing Muye had always mistakenly believed that Li Yun'er was the one who saved him back then, she would surely have received his love.
Ultimately, she herself might have been the one to die.
Li Yun'er's existence and death were both a tragedy and a farce.
Meng Jingwei hated Li Yun'er, but the moment she witnessed Li Yun'er's death, she felt sympathy and pity.
Because Li Yun'er's birth originated from her, and her death was also directly linked to her.
After descending the mountain, Tang Si drove, and Meng Jingwei rested in the passenger seat.
They sped all the way to the Hidden Tribe's Royal Palace.
On the way, Tang Si asked Meng Jingwei, "Why did Old Chentou kill Li Yun'er?"
"Because..." She told Tang Si everything about Li Yun'er, "Therefore, although Old Chentou was not directly responsible for Li Yun'er's death, he was indirectly involved. Old Chentou created Li Yun'er, but it was also his so-called plans that pushed Li Yun'er step by step towards death."
Saying this, Meng Jingwei let out a long sigh and tilted her head to look out the window, "If it were me, my fate wouldn't be much better than hers."
"Not necessarily."
Tang Si did not agree with her perspective. "You are smarter than Li Yun'er, and not as greedy. If it were you, you wouldn't have died."
He trusted Meng Jingwei a lot.
This time, Meng Jingwei did not refute, nor did she deign to refute.
Because Meng Jingwei knew very well that although she had some cleverness, her current skills and abilities were all cultivated by Old Chentou.
Without Old Chentou's nurturing, she would be an ordinary person, helpless against any adversity, unable to fight back, how could she survive in such deceitful struggles?
It was simply wishful thinking.
Li Yun'er was destined to be a sacrifice.
A tragic life, one that elicited sighs and regrets.
Two hours later, the car arrived outside the Royal Palace.
Meng Jingwei announced her identity and requested to see He Kaeliannuo, but the response she received was, "Young Master Liannuo is not in the palace."
"Not here?"
Meng Jingwei was worried, unsure of how much truth the guard's words held.