On the way, they encountered Yun Mo and Yun Er carrying buckets to fetch water.

"Miss Lin, are those beef intestines you're carrying edible?"

Yun Er was very knowledgeable, but he had never seen anyone eat beef intestines.

Lin Yinan glanced at Yun Mo, who was pursing his lips and remaining silent, and nodded, "It's edible, and it smells delicious."

"Okay, can I trade you some more?"

Yun Er is very particular about food.

Lin Yinan looked up at the sky. "It's too late today. I'll have to wait until tomorrow."

"Okay, I'll be waiting."

As the saying goes, good food is worth waiting for. Yun Er can wait one more night.

As they passed each other, Yun Mo finally couldn't help but ask, "Are you injured?"

Lin Yinan didn't hear him clearly, paused, and turned to look at him. "You're asking me?"

"Are you injured?" Yun Mo asked again.

"No, thank you for your concern!"

After Lin Yinan finished speaking, she turned and left.

Yun Mo watched her departing figure with a sense of loss.

Back at the camp, Zhang had already put the beef that Lin Shuo had brought back into a pot to stew.

When Grandma Zhao saw Lin Yinan bring back another piece of meat, she weighed it in her hand and said reproachfully, "Isn't what your uncle brought back enough? Why did you go and exchange it again?"

Lin Yinan scooped water to wash her hands. "I didn't change it; it was given to me by the village chief."

To Mrs. Zhao's utter surprise, the stingy village chief finally agreed to pluck some feathers.

"How could he bear to give out such a big piece of meat?"

Hearing this, Lin Yiheng, who was sitting and resting nearby, said, "Grandma, there's definitely no problem getting my sister back."

"become."

Just as Grandma Zhao was about to put the meat away, she saw the other skewers of tripe and intestines and looked troubled.

"Anan, how do you cook these two things?"

Lin Yinan wiped her hands on her lower back. "Grandma, you can leave it here for now. I'll cook it tomorrow."

"This stuff smells like cow dung, is it edible?"

"It doesn't smell bad. You'll see when I make it tomorrow."

Grandma Zhao put the tripe and intestines into a basin, saying, "I'll clean them for you, and you can cook them for me to try tomorrow."

Dinner was ready, and since none of us had ever eaten beef before, we ate it with extra relish.

After a long day, Lin Yinan ate three large bowls of food before she was full.

After the meal, she fetched water and washed up briefly in the thatched hut that had been cleared out to serve as a clean room. Then she lay down on the oilcloth that Li Shulan had laid out and fell asleep.

Lin Yi'an and Lu Changqing nestled beside her.

Li Shulan took a cloth and wiped her hair while talking to Lin Yiheng.

"When Anan killed that bandit leader today, your Aunt Zhu looked terrible."

Lin Yiheng comforted her, saying, "Anyone would be shocked if they saw something like this for the first time."

“No.” Li Shulan paused, then continued, “Judging from her expression, it seems she doesn’t like your sister’s swordplay.”

“Mother, no one likes to kill if they are alive and well. You saw what happened today. If my sister hadn’t intervened, it would have been the village chief and the villagers of Linjia Village who would have died.”

"I'm worried that her future mother-in-law won't like it."

Lin Yiheng added a piece of firewood to the fire and clapped his hands. "Don't worry, Yunzhi is not a corrupt person."

Li Shulan put down the cloth, picked up the comb, and carefully combed Lin Yinan's hair little by little.

"It must have been tough for Anan all this time, but thankfully she persisted in practicing martial arts back then."

Lin Yiheng stared intently at the flickering flames, remained silent for a while, and then said, "It's late, Mother. You've just recovered, so you should get some rest."

The next day, just as dawn was breaking, the thin fog had not yet dissipated.

Lin Yinan had already practiced a set of sword techniques and a set of fist techniques in the forest.

"Did you just learn this boxing technique?" Lin Yiheng walked out of the woods.

"Brother, why are you up so early?"

Lin Yinan didn't answer but asked a question in return, saying that she had just finished practicing military boxing.

Lin Yiheng's eyes were bright, and he said in a gentle tone, "When I was at home, I would often get up early with my father to practice swordsmanship. My father was always biased, saying that daughters are delicate and that he would never let you work too hard on your studies and swordsmanship. My sister always practiced secretly behind my father's back."

Following his words, Lin Yinan pictured a little girl stubbornly practicing swordsmanship behind someone's back, her body always covered in bruises.

"Mother doesn't want you to practice martial arts, she wants to teach you to cook. My sister doesn't know the difference between grains, and she doesn't even dare to kill a chicken."

After Lin Yiheng finished speaking, he looked at her with clear eyes.

Lin Yinan's heart tightened; he had finally discovered it.

How did you know?

Lin Yiheng's fingertips, hidden beneath his sleeves, trembled slightly. His throat felt like it was blocked by something, causing him discomfort and pain.

He looked at his sister, his eyes suddenly turning red, and after a long pause, he slowly spoke.

"Although my sister loves martial arts, she is afraid of blood, while you kill people as easily as slicing melons and chopping vegetables without changing your expression, and you can even heal your wounds."

“My sister is a picky eater and not good at cooking, but you can easily find food to fill her stomach and your cooking skills are superb.”

"My sister knows a few moves but can only defend herself, while you are decisive and ruthless, with great strategic vision and the talent of a general or minister."

"Although she loves practicing martial arts, she always clings to her mother and acts spoiled. You have a strong character and never utter a sound when you suffer or get injured."

Finally, Lin Yiheng asked the question that had been lingering in his mind, "Who are you?"

He was personally taught by his father from the age of three and has always been very meticulous. His mother has not yet realized that it is because his father passed away suddenly and did not have much energy to pay attention to the changes in his children, or perhaps she thought that her younger sister had suffered a blow and that was why she became like this.

"My name is Lin Yinan..."

"Wait, I'm asking what your name used to be?" Lin Yiheng quickly interrupted her.

"My name used to be Lin Yinan."

Lin Yiheng was stunned for a moment.

Is that really such a coincidence?

I recall the old Master Sichen from the academy. He was a scholar of Taoism and had a very good relationship with my father. He often came to our house to cook tea and wine.

Three years ago, Master Sichen was at home discussing poetry with his father over wine when he met his younger sister once. He then mentioned to his father that his sister was missing a soul.

Although my younger sister practices martial arts, she gets sick whenever the weather changes. She looks cute and innocent, but in reality, she is confused and ignorant, which is the reason why she is missing a soul.

Master Sichen said that the missing soul of the younger sister must wait until she turns fifteen, when the opportunity arises, and that soul will return from its trials, and the soul and spirit will be reunited.

Master Sichen also said that if their souls were to unite in the future, he observed that his sister's face indicated she was destined for high office.

The father asked what would happen if that soul didn't return.

Master Sichen said it would affect lifespan and cause premature death.

He was already over fifteen at the time and happened to be nearby. He heard his father and Master Sichen's conversation clearly and kept it firmly in his mind.

The father, fearing that his mother would worry, never told her.

It seems now that my sister's soul has returned to her body.

As for the talent of a general or minister mentioned by Master Sichen.

Lin Yiheng recalled his sister's decisive and ruthless handling of the bandits tonight.

The so-called talent of a general or prime minister is the ability to secure the country through military force and to govern the country and bring peace to the people through civil administration.

He broke out in a cold sweat; this was something he had to keep to himself and couldn't tell anyone.

My father once jokingly mentioned it to Uncle Su, but Uncle Su didn't believe it at the time.

Uncle Su has probably already seen his sister's behavior today.