The singer was happily swinging on the swing, which swung very high, and her beautiful and melodious voice flowed from her throat, captivating the listener.

The swing was secured to two tall trees, surrounded by lush green vines that hung down in rows, resembling a green waterfall. Small purple flowers dotted the green waterfall, making it quite beautiful.

The swing set was also entwined with vines, giving it a fresh and beautiful natural feel. Ranla Azi had a big smile on her face, her eyes were pure and clear like pearls, her eyebrows and eyes were full of natural charm, her nose was high and straight, and her small mouth was rosy and delicate.

Her hair was thick and lustrous, like ink, reaching all the way to her waist. Today, she simply wore a braid hanging down her chest, adorned with a red camellia, which looked quite beautiful.

The top is a long-sleeved, front-opening short-sleeved shirt with black sleeves and the rest of the shirt is dark blue. The collar, cuffs, and hem are sealed with bright white stitching.

The symmetrical top features exquisite embroidered patterns on both sides, many of which depict the production and daily life of the Yi people, such as rice.

The front is adorned with bright silver ornaments, and a row of silver round single buttons extends all the way to the waist. Below is a black long skirt with a red embroidered pattern around the hem, which is very beautiful.

The unique clothing worn by Ranla Azi was quite charming, perfectly highlighting her beautiful figure.

The seventeen-year-old girl was radiant and beautiful. She sat on the swing set, swinging her legs. Her skirt was slightly gathered, revealing skin as white as jade, which was dazzling. She wore a pair of red embroidered shoes with a slight wedge heel.

She often came here to play, and this swing was built for her by Shi Ge Yimeng, the boy she grew up with. She would go up the mountain with him, she would swing here, and Yimeng would go hunting in the surrounding forests.

She sang a song in the Yi language, melodious and gentle, and then slowly stopped. She heard footsteps on the path, but they were unfamiliar and not the footsteps of her brother Yimeng.

She quickly jumped off the swing and hid behind a big tree, leaving only the still swaying swing.

The guards, carrying the emperor on their backs, came over, panting. They looked at the swaying swing set; someone had just been there, probably the woman who had been singing.

He was utterly exhausted. Looking around, he tripped over a vine and fell to the ground. The knife in his hand slid down the slope, and he lay sprawled on the ground, the emperor on top of him having fallen to the side.

He quickly scrambled to his feet and helped the man up: "Your Majesty! Are you alright?"

Di Jingcheng was thrown down, and his wounds were in excruciating pain. His face was even paler than before, and he was in so much pain that he half-opened his eyes.

He strained to see the scene before him, the swaying swing, but where was his Azi?

He was panicked, but felt powerless.

"Who are you people?" Ranla Azi asked softly as she slowly stepped forward, seeing the two looking disheveled.

The girl's voice flowed into the hearts of the two men like a clear spring. Di Jingcheng opened his eyes wide with difficulty, looked at the pretty and bright Ranla Azi in front of him, and a weak smile appeared on his lips.

Ah Zi, his Ah Zi!

When the guard saw the beautiful girl emerging from behind the big tree, judging from her attire, she seemed to be a member of a tribe in the southwest region, which put him at ease.

Having no time to appreciate the woman's beauty, the guard, supporting Di Jingcheng, said anxiously, "Miss, we meant no offense. My young master is seriously injured, and we've gotten lost in these mountains. Could you please lend us a hand? Please!"

Ranla Azi was very wary. The two men in front of her were covered in blood and dressed in what seemed to be clothing from the Central Plains. How could they have gotten here?

The guard looked at her with pleading eyes. Di Jingcheng coughed a few times, feeling unwell, and said intermittently, "Miss...we...won't hurt you."

Ranla Azi looked at his weak appearance, his eyes were fragile, and for some reason, they also carried some emotions that she couldn't understand. It felt strange to look into his eyes.

Just as she hesitated, Shi Geyimeng returned carrying several pheasants. Seeing this, he quickly ran over and shielded Ranla Azi behind him.

Who are you?

The guard repeated his request, and Shi Geyi Meng glanced at Ran La A Zi behind him. The two exchanged a look.

"Why don't we save them and take them back to the tribe? If all else fails, we can give them to my father and the others to deal with." Ranla Azi was a kind person.

Shi Geyi pursed her lips, glanced at the dying Emperor Jingcheng, and saw the guards pleading for his life.

“Okay.” Shi Geyimeng nodded in agreement. Anyway, whatever they wanted to do, he could handle it immediately.

Shi Ge Yimeng and Ran La A Zi walked in front, while the guards carried Di Jingcheng behind them. He was already exhausted and almost fell several times.

Ranla Azi couldn't bear it any longer and looked at Shige Yimeng with concern. "Should we help him up?"

Shi Ge Yimeng smiled helplessly; he would agree to any request A Zi made.

He walked to the back, signaled the guards to put the person down, and then carried Di Jingcheng on his back. Ranla Azi followed beside him, gently supporting Di Jingcheng's arm to prevent him from falling.

Di Jingcheng sensed a familiar presence, opened his eyes wide, and felt a soft touch on his arm. It was Azi's hand; she was walking beside him, alive and well.

Looking at her beautiful and pure profile, her face still had a bit of baby fat, which was very cute; her eyes were clear and full of spirit, and her small mouth was rosy red, not cold and hard purplish-blue.

That's good, she's still alive.

Ranla Azi felt someone was watching her. She turned her head and saw Di Jingcheng looking at her. This person had woken up, so there should still be hope.

She smiled faintly, looked away, and continued walking down the mountain.