Duan Heng coughed lightly and said, "Thank you for saving my life, young lady. My name is Duan Heng. I am a merchant who was robbed and separated from my family here. If you don't mind, I will take revenge on you after I find my family."

The man subconsciously uttered his name, which he knew very well, but he couldn't remember anything else.

The male lead had amnesia and didn't tell the truth, even making up an excuse. Qingyin wasn't surprised; she nodded perfunctorily.

Seeing the girl's perfunctory actions, Duan Heng subconsciously couldn't finish the sentence he was making up... He felt that the girl dressed like a country bumpkin in front of him wasn't really listening to him.

"Ahem, may I ask where this place is, young lady?" Duan Heng's handsome face showed a hint of confusion, making him look like a pitiful young master in distress.

If Lin Erhua from her past life had seen this, she might have been completely captivated by the male lead's handsome and noble appearance and revealed all the information she knew.

But now it's different with Qingyin, who's seen all sorts of handsome men.

Qingyin smiled politely at the male protagonist who was smiling ingratiatingly at her from inside the room, but the words she spoke were not so polite.

"You smell awful, can you stay away from me?" The sweet, melodious voice of the young girl was like a soothing melody, making one's ears itch.

Duan Heng froze, his mind echoing with those five words: "You stink!" "You stink!" "Stinky!"...

He couldn't help but lower his head and sniff. The strong smell of blood and sweat mixed with various strange smells created an incredibly foul and nauseating odor.

He really smells bad right now.

Now, even Duan Heng's gentle and calm smile showed signs of cracking after he woke up.

"May I ask, young lady, is there a river or clean water nearby for washing?"

Qingyin felt a little better seeing the male protagonist on the verge of collapse.

Exactly! Even though he's forgotten everything, he still acts like a superior, looking down on those below him. Is this how you treat your savior?

Qingyin glanced at the male lead's breakdown with schadenfreude and said disdainfully, "Alright, are you stupid? Don't you know you can't get your injury wet? You still want to take a bath?"

Duan Heng, who had just earned the title of "idiot," remained expressionless, his temples twitching, and for the first time seriously looked at the girl opposite him.

His skin was very dark, his palms were rough and calloused, his eyes were big and bright, and his features were not ugly, but he was very thin and had no flesh on his body. He must have been used to doing farm work at home and was not loved.

But this ordinary girl, who was clearly from the lowest rung of society, dared to save a man with a knife wound. He thought he must be quite good-looking, but the woman in front of him was not attracted to him at all and directly showed her disgust.

Duan Heng wondered if it was because he smelled so bad that the girl didn't even care about his face.

Realizing that he had subconsciously attributed his actions to the girl's earlier complaint about his stench, which showed how much he cared about those words, the man's face darkened.

Qingyin, sitting to the side, didn't care about the male lead's stares. She calmly sat by the fire, warming herself. She was now the male lead's savior and the only source of information for this scoundrel. It would be strange if this scoundrel killed her.

An eerie silence fell over the cave for a while.

"Young Master is injured and cannot eat too much meat. I specially brought you a bowl of easily digestible porridge. Please drink it." Qingyin quickly handed the porridge that was warming by the fire to Duan Heng.

Duan Heng looked at the ceramic bowl with a chipped rim, which was being held in front of him, and a hint of helplessness flashed in his eyes.

The cave wasn't very big, and the air still smelled of grilled fish.

Clearly, the girl had grilled fish before he woke up.

Although patients should abstain from meat and fish, they still need to supplement their nutrition.

Duan Heng was not surprised that such a bold, even eccentric, girl brought him porridge while she ate fish herself.

What Duan Heng didn't realize was that when a person's bottom line is subconsciously invaded, challenged, and relaxed, it means that he is becoming more and more tolerant of the other person.

He slightly disliked the bowl and porridge that someone else had used, but he still drank it. His stomach was empty; he had been hungry for several days and was injured. He needed to eat to recover faster.

After Duan Heng finished his porridge, the scene became eerily quiet again.

Duan Heng looked at the girl sitting on the other side, taking up most of the space by the fire, lost in thought and not saying a word, and he suddenly felt a sense of weariness.

It feels more emotionally exhausting than being physically injured.

"May I ask your name, young lady, and where this place is?"

While Duan Heng was eating, Qingyin, whose soul had been watching TV in the system space, glared angrily at him. "Hmph," she thought, "I was just getting into the exciting part of the palace drama, 'The Empress Returns to the Palace,' when this bastard interrupted me." Upon returning, Qingyin snapped, "..."

"Lin Erhua, remember Peach Blossom Village, E'ming Mountain, Xian County!"

Not knowing how he had once again angered the girl, Duan Heng shut his mouth and sat quietly to the side, closing his eyes to rest and recharge. He even looked somewhat pitiful.

...

After talking to Duan Heng, Qingyin, who had secretly slipped away to the system space to play the exciting plot of "The Return of Concubine Xi to the Palace," returned to her body with satisfaction.

Looking at Duan Heng beside her, who was resting with his eyes closed, Qingyin was a little more patient now. "Well, you're in a cave halfway up Mount Emin now. I'm going back now. I'll bring you some more food tomorrow. When you're better, I want you to take me away from here to the capital."

The handsome man had his eyes closed and his face was pale, as if he were asleep, but Qingyin knew that he was not asleep.

Having spent a long time in the palace, the fourth prince was an extremely cautious but ambitious man.

After a long while, Qingyin finally heard the man's soft, magnetic, and somewhat cold voice say, "Okay."

Duan Heng did not press her for a reason, just as the girl did not delve too deeply into the mystery surrounding him.

At noon, Qingyin crawled out of the cave again, strolled around and picked up a few wild eggs and firewood before returning home.

With these wild eggs, that woman He won't bother to investigate why she took so long to return.

In the evening, when it was time to cook again, Qingyin looked at the extremely thin vegetable water in her bowl, the thick vegetable and rice porridge in Lin Tianbao's bowl that looked like dry rice, and the stir-fried cabbage and eggs placed in front of the Lin family father and son on the table.

With a disdainful purse, Qingyin thought, "Fine, I won't eat then. Once Mom's out, I'll eat as many eggs as I want. I'll also bring my older sister out so we can eat together." Qingyin counted on her fingers, "Soon! Duan Heng will be better soon, and then I can take him to the capital!"

Imagining the wonderful life ahead, Qingyin's face, which had become a little chubby from being pampered these past few days, began to show its beauty, innocence, and liveliness in its large, clear almond-shaped eyes.

The mean-spirited woman squatting on the other side narrowed her eyes slightly.

Second Sister seems to have grown up a bit? She's getting older now. Last time, Granny Li mentioned that we could ask that family for more money for the wedding, so we can find Tianbao a wife with big hips who's good at bearing children.