Yunye was speechless and looked helplessly at Yunmo.

Yun Mo received a look from his brother and spoke up to defend him, "Miss Lin, you misunderstand. We just wanted to make our journey south safer."

"Although this thing did not come from my school, it is still from the same school. No one knows its power better than me. I think it will be safer to keep it with me. I will consider it if you need it."

Lin Yinan's words were concise and to the point, leaving no room for rebuttal.

Yun Mo knew she had already made the biggest concession. "Alright, I believe you, young lady."

It was only a short walk from the Yun family's tent, but Yun Mo insisted on escorting her back.

The two walked slowly, leaving a trail of footprints in the snow.

Yun Mo didn't want to disrupt the harmonious atmosphere, but after hesitating for a long time, he finally asked the question that had been bothering him.

"Is the young lady unwilling to hand it over because she's afraid we'll kill innocent people indiscriminately?"

“Not entirely,” Lin Yinan said in a low voice.

In this turbulent era of constant warfare, if this thing were to spread, even more people would suffer.

"Don't worry, this won't be publicized." He said softly, as if he could read her mind.

A sudden tremor ran through Lin Yinan's lower abdomen. She froze, blinking her eyes. This time, the sensation was more pronounced than ever before.

"What's wrong?" Yun Mo was puzzled as to why she had stopped, and he frowned as he scrutinized her.

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Yinan felt distinct fetal movements again.

Life is truly amazing. Suppressing the urge to reach out and touch it, Lin Yinan was incredibly excited.

Seeing her relaxed expression and radiant spirit, Yun Mo was somewhat lost in thought. He wanted to talk to her about the topic from last time, but after opening his mouth for a while, he ultimately said nothing.

After sensing the fetal movement twice in a row, Lin Yinan couldn't hide the smile on her face.

"The young lady seems to be in a good mood?" Yun Mo tried to get closer to the two.

Lin Yinan pursed her lips and rolled her eyes at him, "What does this have to do with you?"

Yun Mo choked, letting out a helpless sigh. He turned back to ask Yun Er what he had done to offend her.

"I've arrived, Young Master Yun, please return."

Yun Mo stood there with his umbrella until her figure disappeared into the tent before turning and leaving.

Upon entering the tent, the villagers had already carried Lin Xiaomei and Lin Qingxiang over. Chunni's mother carried two large bundles on her back, containing the few belongings of their family of six.

Lin Qingxiang is strong and healthy and has regained consciousness, while Lin Xiaomei is still unconscious.

When the couple saw Lin Yinan return, they struggled to kowtow to her.

"Anan, your uncle and aunt thank you very much."

Lin Shuo and Zhang quickly stopped them. Old Mrs. Zhao frowned and scolded the two, "A-Nan is young. You two are shortening her lifespan. We are all from the same clan and life is hard. We should support each other."

Chunni's mother was a reasonable person, and she nodded hurriedly, "Aunt Zhao is right to reprimand us. We were rash."

Then, Grandma Zhao arranged a place for the family of six to rest. Since they would continue their journey after the snow stopped, she decided not to set up a separate tent and let them squeeze in.

Lin Yirong and Lin Xiaomei are close friends. Seeing her friend with her hand wrapped in bandages, Lin Yirong often wipes away tears.

As the group was talking, Aunt Li and Lin Tiezhu's wife lifted the curtain and walked in, carrying some things in their hands.

"Oh dear, my wife said that Brother Qingxiang brought some over, and since we had nothing to do while it was snowing, we thought we'd come and take a look."

The two men handed the things they had brought to Old Mrs. Zhao, saying, "It's nothing special, just a little something to save up for food."

When Grandma Zhao opened it, her eyes lit up immediately. "You two really know how to manage your money. Look what you've brought: black flour, dried vegetables that have been picked, washed and dried, and oh, there's even dried meat."

Lin Yinan knew that this was the best they could offer.

Chunni's mother was a shrewd and charming person. She put on a smile and said, "You're here, why bring anything? Save these things you've saved up for the children. As for what you owe your aunt's family, we'll pay them back slowly when we get to the south."

"How is your little sister's injury?"

After saying that, Aunt Li saw Lin Xiaomei's hand wrapped in gauze outside the quilt, her face pale and bloodless. She didn't know if the child could survive, and her eyes were full of worry.

Chunni sighed, and tears of sorrow welled up in her eyes again. She raised her sleeve to wipe them away.

"We have to thank Anan. Even Doctor Lin shook his head, saying that my little sister's hand wouldn't survive the Yun family's treatment. But the Yun family doctor and Anan didn't give up. They stopped the bleeding, bandaged her up, and applied medicine, which saved her life from the clutches of the King of Hell."

"And my lower back, I thought it was just a puncture, but who would have thought the bandits were so vicious. After that thing exploded, two pieces the size of fingernails were embedded in my flesh. Luckily, Anan was careful. She said that if it wasn't pulled out, the wound would fester and rot inside my stomach."

The two of them knew the situation at the time; everyone was struggling to take care of themselves, so who knew they were so powerful?

Upon hearing this, Aunt Li quickly exclaimed, "It's truly a blessing from the Bodhisattva! Your mother-in-law and father-in-law sacrificed their own lives to save their two grandsons."

“That’s right, the two boys were protected so well that not a hair on their heads was hurt,” Chunni’s mother replied.

The conversation flowed back and forth, eventually turning to Lin Yinan, with everyone praising her so much that Lin Yinan doubted whether they were talking about her or not.

Lin Tiezhu's wife chimed in, "My husband, if it weren't for Anan finding and repairing his body so he could have a complete corpse. And then, on his journey, he protected us, a widow and her child, all the way. Without Anan, we probably wouldn't be alive today."

Lin Yinan listened quietly to their conversation, without responding, occasionally offering a smile in response.

She barely slept last night and was busy all morning. She sat there yawning constantly, tears streaming down her face.

Grandma Zhao and Li Shulan felt sorry for her, so they told her to go to sleep.

After greeting the others, Lin Yinan turned and went into the small tent she shared with Li Shulan and the others.

Lying on the oilcloth, she lay on her side, her hand secretly reaching for her abdomen under the covers. A small, round lump protruded from her lower abdomen. Lin Yinan waited until she fell asleep, but her stomach remained still.

Lin Yinan was awakened by a blinding ray of sunlight.

I woke up the next morning. The snow had stopped, and the sun was shining brightly outside.

The camp was bustling with people, all packing their things, it looked like they were about to set off.

After a quick wash, Qianxia brought in her meal and lifted the curtain to come in.

"You're up, young lady. I was just about to call you. Are you hungry? Eat quickly. After you eat, we'll pack our things and get going," Qianxia said softly.

"Is everything packed?" Lin Yinan asked.

"It's almost done. The Second Master and the Eldest Young Master are taking down the tent."

Chika handed her the bowl and then turned to go out and help.

Lin Yinan picked up her bowl and began to eat heartily, vaguely hearing sobbing and cries of pain coming from next door.

"Sister, my hand hurts so much!"