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"Mengdie?" Edward's somewhat haggard face peeked out. Seeing Mengdie's tired expression and her slow pace, he hurriedly asked Dubo to slow down the carriage and called out to her.

"Why don't you come up and rest? There's plenty of space here, and it won't be cramped with two people."

Mengdie glanced at Edward and yawned. She didn't like his tone. If he had used a more assertive tone, like calling a brother, maybe Mengdie would have gotten into the carriage. But his gentle tone, as if taking care of a weak woman, made Mengdie feel like throwing up.

"Rabanah!"

Being rejected by Mengdie in public made Edward's face look a bit unpleasant. However, he wasn't discouraged and tried again with a smile, softly saying, "How about this, I invite you to come up? I have some things to discuss with you. You see... my body is not very convenient, and talking like this is somewhat distant..."

"My lord," Dubo, sitting in front of the carriage, coughed, seemingly reminding Edward of something. However, Edward hesitated only for a moment and didn't heed Dubo's warning, continuing to persuade Mengdie to get into the carriage.

Once, Mengdie ignored him.

Twice, she got a bit annoyed.

Thrice...

This guy's annoyance was really headache-inducing! Alright, alright! I'll come up, come up and talk to you, okay? Really, you're so courageous in battle, why are you such a blockhead and so motherly at other times? Should I say you're brave or useless?

After Dubo slowed down the carriage, Mengdie jumped onto it and crawled into the cabin. But before doing so, she noticed Dubo's somewhat hostile look, not understanding why.

The carriage was lined with a soft blanket, and a corner held a burning incense, emitting an unknown fragrance. A red ball, almost the size of a football, floated in mid-air, radiating warmth.

"Hehe, it's quite comfortable in here." Mengdie sat down on the blanket, looking at the interior decoration of the carriage, and asked, "What did you want to say?"

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Edward suddenly became awkward in his movements. He lowered his head, thinking for a while, and then murmured a few words: "Mengdie... do you really not remember your origins?"

That was odd. Why was he suddenly asking this question?

"Indeed, I can't remember. What about it?" Mengdie gave a nonchalant look.

Edward lowered his head again, taking a long time to think. This continued silence made Mengdie suddenly feel like hitting him.

"Then... you see, if you were just a commoner from the beginning, your past and family background wouldn't matter to anyone, right? That means, no one will help you investigate. But if... if you became someone with status and position, then many people would help you investigate your identity..."

Mengdie chuckled coldly, not understanding what Edward was trying to say.

"So, how can I get status and position?"

"It's simple!" He suddenly became excited! His excitement startled Mengdie, causing her to involuntarily shrink back.

"Mengdie, if you're willing to participate in the selection ball! If you become the queen of the Silver Moon Kingdom, I believe the entire kingdom's resources can help you find out about your origins! How about that? As long as... as long as you're willing to participate, I'm sure the prince will choose you... please..."

"Stop it!"

Before Edward could finish, Mengdie abruptly interrupted him! Furious, Mengdie suddenly stood up, pointing at Edward's nose, about to scold him! But unexpectedly...

"Ow! Ouch... it hurts..."

How high can a carriage be? Although Mengdie's height had decreased somewhat, her head still hit the carriage's ceiling hard. The impact was akin to being hit with a blunt weapon! She clutched her head, leaning weakly against the wall. The uncooperative tears and her naturally blushing complexion found another good opportunity to flare up.

Seeing tears in Mengdie's eyes, Edward felt both distressed and compassionate, moving forward to comfort her. Mengdie, seeing him look at her with those eyes reserved for weak women, quickly shrank back, pointing her finger at his nose, sternly saying in Chinese, "Don't come any closer! I warn you, come any closer, and beware, I'll ruin you!"

Edward didn't understand her words, but he did understand her rejecting expression and obediently sat aside, watching Mengdie with worried eyes, waiting for her to stop rubbing her head and no longer show pain before he relaxed.

Mengdie pulled her long hair to one side and sat back down on the blanket. The carriage moved slowly, but the rocking was quite comfortable. After confirming the ceiling's height and the bump on her head, she exhaled and softened her voice, "Why do you insist on me attending the ball? Why must I go? Just because you said so? Have you ever considered my feelings?"

One question after another left Edward speechless. He looked awkward, unsure of how to respond.

Mengdie shook her head, not wanting to continue this topic. But speaking of the ball, she remembered Aya and Nia's situation. Thinking of them, Mengdie leaned forward towards Edward and asked, "By the way, how many bandits did we eliminate in total?"

The carriage, though spacious, was only relative. Even the most spacious carriage couldn't keep two people sitting on the same blanket more than a meter apart. Now, as Mengdie leaned forward, the distance between her and Edward suddenly shortened. A faint fragrance from her breath slowly wafted out, entering his nostrils and making his face flush. On the other hand, as Mengdie leaned forward, her loose-fitting chest clothing hung down. Edward's gaze, if even slightly averted, would see something he thought he shouldn't, but Mengdie herself wouldn't mind at all.

"Dream... Mengdie!" Edward stiffened his back, looking straight up, avoiding her gaze. Seeing him suddenly become so serious made Mengdie somewhat frustrated.

"Tell me, how many in total?"

"Um... um! After counting, there were a total of 38 dead, and 54 severely injured and unconscious. A total of 92 people."

Mengdie nodded, propping her chin up.

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