“I was kidnapped here by a group of people who are going to sell me. I have amnesia. I only occasionally heard them say that my name is Yan Ning and that I live in Beijing, no, the capital city. I don’t remember anything else. I escaped while they were asleep. Please save me.”

Yan Ning broke out in a cold sweat. This was the first time in her memory that she had lied to so many people. Death truly was terrifying. She was completely exhausted; she had almost been riddled with bullets by those weapons.

Looking at the soldiers who had stopped, Yan Ning knew that her gentleness was their weakness to these chauvinistic ancient men.

But a general is a general after all. While all the officers and soldiers were moved by Yan Ning's lie, he still stared at Yan Ning with a scrutinizing look.

The young man, addressed as General, swept Yan Ning up in his arms and carried her to his horse. He was skeptical of Yan Ning's flimsy words, but what was there to fear from a frail woman? A smile played on his lips, but it vanished in an instant.

"Lightness skill?" Yan Ning looked at the spot where she had just been standing in disbelief, marveling that lightness skill really existed in ancient times.

Thinking that this scene, which she had only seen on TV, was now playing out in her life, Yan Ning was first stunned, and then she turned around in disbelief to look at the culprit, only to meet his cold and handsome features.

There was a rustling sound below. Yan Ning looked down and realized that her skirt was almost revealing her lining. She quickly pulled the skirt down, this romantic moment turned into an embarrassing situation. Although she often wore shorts, she still blushed with embarrassment at having so many soldiers with weapons staring at her legs.

Just as Yan Ning was at a loss for what to do, a burst of warmth enveloped her. It was the young man behind her who had draped his cloak over her shoulders. He was tall, and Yan Ning was completely enveloped inside his cloak.

Yan Ning turned around to give him a grateful smile, but instead bumped into his hard chin, which hurt so much that tears almost welled up in her eyes. He, however, acted as if nothing had happened and continued to give orders.

"Back to camp!"

Along the way, the mountains stretched endlessly, the trees were lush and green, and the scenery was breathtakingly beautiful; but Yan Ning had no heart to appreciate it, her mind was preoccupied with wondering where she was now? No, she should be wondering which dynasty and which emperor she was under!

Judging from their clothing, they should be from the Qing Dynasty, but which emperor? The most frequently seen Qing Dynasty dramas feature Emperor Kangxi and Emperor Yongzheng. If it's them, that's fine. Although Yan Ning doesn't read history books often, she can still handle some situations with the scattered historical knowledge she gleaned from TV dramas.

With a series of questions in mind, Yan Ning broke the silence. She turned to look at the young man riding behind her, forcing a smile, "Excuse me, General, where are we now?"

"A hundred li northwest of Maogong." The answer was devoid of any emotion, just like his cold and stern face.

"What era is it now?" Although Yan Ning didn't know where they were, she didn't press him for details for fear of arousing his suspicion.

"The fortieth year of Qianlong's reign. Amnesia? You've even forgotten this?" Sensing his sarcasm, Yan Ning's voice grew softer and softer.

"And who are you?"

"Fucha Fukang'an".

Fucha Fukang'an? From *The Eloquent Ji Xiaolan*? From *The Flying Fox of Snowy Mountain*?

That was during the Qianlong era. She was unfamiliar with the history of that time, and her knowledge of Fucha Fukang'an was merely fictional from novels, and what she heard from Prince Gong's Mansion was all about Heshen. Now that they were away fighting in the army, far from the capital, she felt none of the superiority complex that a female protagonist in a time-travel novel might have.

From afar, Yan Ning could see dozens of military tents surrounded by a fence, with sentries guarding the entrance and soldiers patrolling around. She could sense on every soldier's face that the military camp was a restricted area and that no unauthorized personnel should approach.

Because the camp was surrounded by mountains, sunlight could not penetrate fully, making the atmosphere even more menacing. The high, domed tents were shrouded in a cold, hazy mist.

If it weren't for the fact that the person behind her was a general, Yan Ning probably wouldn't have dared to enter this place.

As soon as Fukang'an entered the camp, a young boy stepped forward to restrain the horse's reins, saying, "General, General Agui is waiting for you in the council tent!"

Fukang'an dismounted, helped Yan Ning down, and said to the young man who came to greet him, "Take this girl to my tent." After saying that, he strode into a tent.

"Miss, this way please." The young man in front of her seemed to be younger than her. His attire was worse than Fukang'an's; he wasn't wearing armor, but rather a brocade robe, which was better than the coarse cloth worn by the other soldiers.

"What's your name?" Yan Ning felt she could learn about this era from him.

"This servant is Zhao Xing, a servant of General Fukang'an." Seeing his shy expression, Yan Ning thought that he probably didn't talk to girls often. However, it was quite normal that there were few women in the military camp.

"Miss, please rest. This servant will take his leave." Perhaps feeling embarrassed to spend any more time with Yan Ning, Zhao Xing escorted her to the entrance of the military tent and then departed. Yan Ning couldn't help but laugh at Zhao Xing's shy escape.

Upon entering, she saw only a bed, a table, and a weapons rack. "No wonder everyone says military life is so dull!" Yan Ning thought.

Hearing that there was no more noise outside, she quickly sat on the bed and took off her cloak. There were already bloodstains on her skirt. Lifting up her skirt, she saw that the inside of her thighs had been chafed raw by the saddle.

"I really don't know what this saddle is made of? How can it be so powerful?" Yan Ning looked at her fair thighs, which were now covered in blood. She felt both physical pain and heartache.

Yan Ning looked around at the simple furnishings and complained softly, "There's not even anything to bandage. This cloak belongs to Fukang'an, and we'll have to return it to him later."

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