Raising My Children With My Personal Spatial Ability

He knew what Ye Chenglin was thinking. He had not been good to her for nothing these past few days. She had to repay him for what she had received, right?

“Yes, Master,” Ye Chenglin agreed happily.

She would look for the person Ming Fucheng had planted in Camp Zhan Yun later and ask him to persuade the others to leave Qian Jiyun’s camp.

“Wait.”

Just as Ye Chenglin was about to leave, Ming Fucheng stopped her again.

“Master, do you have any other instructions for me?” Ye Chenglin turned around obediently and asked.

“Remember to remind him to try his best to find the thing when you go,” Ming Fucheng said.

“The thing? What is it?”

Ye Chenglin was puzzled. What else was that person looking for? Why had she never heard of it? What was it?

Ming Fucheng’s expression darkened as he warned coldly, “Don’t ask what you shouldn’t.”

“I’m sorry. I won’t do it again.” Ye Chenglin was frightened and quickly lowered her head, afraid to say another word.

She also knew that she could not ask Ming Fucheng for whatever she wanted. Ming Fucheng’s temper was dependent on his mood. If she made him unhappy, she would suffer no matter who she was.

“You may leave.” Ming Fucheng looked at her briefly and gestured for her to leave.

“I will take my leave.” Ye Chenglin left the tent and prepared to look for the person she knew.

After she left, another woman in pink appeared in the tent. She sat on Ming Fucheng’s lap gently and placed her hands on his shoulders.

“Master, that woman makes you unhappy every day. When are you going to chase her away?”

“Soon.” Ming Fucheng patted her back gently.

He was also annoyed by Ye Chenglin’s haughty demeanor. She was undoubtedly the lowest of the low, but after he doted on her for a few days, she became prideful and even dared to criticize the people around him.

How could he keep such a disobedient woman?

Of course, he could not chase her away yet. He had to settle Qian Jiyun’s matter. It had not been easy for him to capture the people around Qian Jiyun and make them disobey him.

“Once I obtain that thing, Ye Chenglin and her brother will disappear,” he said.

“Then I wish Master success in advance.’

The woman, known as Rou’er, smiled sweetly and wriggled in Ming Fucheng’s arms. Although their goals were not identical, they were quite similar, both wanting to deal with the people they needed to deal with.

“Master, I have made many delicious dishes. Will you let me join you for a drink?” she asked.

“Router, you’ve worked hard.”

Ming Fucheng carried the woman and went into another tent.

Ye Chenglin soon arrived at the swamp.

She did not look for Ye Chengzong this time. Instead, she looked for another man.

“What are you doing here?”

The man was very impatient when he saw her. He looked at her coldly, wishing he could cut off a piece of her flesh.

If not for Ye Chenglin, he would still be living a good life. Why would he be involved in the conflict between Ming Fucheng and Qian Jiyun again?

“Why else would I be here? Your master asked me to deliver a message to you.” Ye Chenglin’s red lips curled up slightly as she looked at the man disdainfully..