The mountain roads were difficult to travel because of the storm, which caused landslides in many areas, blocking the roads completely. Some of the mountains looked precarious and on the verge of collapse.
Even a normal, average-sized man would find it difficult to climb the mountain, let alone Anle with her short legs.
Anle was carried into the mountain by Yu Rong, and they entered easily along the way.
Despite his slender build, Yu Rong carried Anle with ease, making it seem like he was walking on flat ground as he entered the mountains.
When they saw Yu Rong's two companions, their faces already looked extremely grim.
His lips were purplish-black, and the area around his eyes was so dark it looked like he was wearing smoky eye makeup. He was clearly severely poisoned and about to be poisoned.
Anle looked at the two people lying on the ground and started working on them.
The reason why the serum was produced so readily was thanks to Qiao Qiuniang.
If Qiao Qiuniang hadn't contracted the plague, she wouldn't have tried to cultivate several serum samples and experiment on Qiao Qiuniang.
She treated Qiao Qiuniang with a "nothing to lose" mentality.
She had no choice but to try anything, so she used every medicine she could think of on Qiao Qiuniang.
However, there was no reaction or effect, which shows that this plague was indeed quite troublesome. Otherwise, this country would not have chosen to massacre the Red City in such an extreme way a hundred years ago.
After working for a quarter of an hour, Anle stared at the two people lying down, clapped her hands, and breathed a sigh of relief.
"The medicine has been administered; whether they live or die depends on their luck."
However, judging from their appearance, their symptoms seem to be much milder than yours were initially.
If they can treat even your severe symptoms, they should be fine too.
Anle plopped down on the pile of stones, propped himself up with his hands behind his back, tilted his head, and looked up at Yu Rong. "Hey, let me ask you, if you can get into Jincheng, can you get out again?"
Yu Rong nodded.
"You're leaving Jincheng?"
Anle shook her head.
"No, I was just asking." Her mother is infected with the plague, and if she takes it out of the city, it could harm innocent people.
This disease is contagious, and since it's incurable, going out won't do any good.
If there were medical care available, this country probably wouldn't have abandoned the people of a city.
So whether she's inside or outside Jincheng, it makes no difference to her mother's current situation, and it will only implicate innocent people, making it a losing proposition.
Of course, if she stays here, the risk of infection is very high, after all, it is a transmissible disease.
"It's best to leave here; this city will be burned down." Yu Rong paused, then said seriously.
"If you want to leave, I will take you away."
Anle sighed, "Although I'm terrified of death, I can't leave now." She had to find a way to cure her mother.
Yu Rong tried to persuade An Le to leave, warning and advising her to do so.
"Jincheng is now under siege and will soon be burned down. The entire city will be slaughtered, and it will become a living hell. This is how Hongcheng was destroyed a hundred years ago."
Anle, however, seemed unconvinced. She had heard this textbook example of tragedy from her family many times before.
But if she were to make history repeat itself in Jincheng and become a tragic victim of that history, she would absolutely have to fight back and struggle against it.
Having finally been given a second chance at life and a new beginning, and with such a powerful cheat device that she hadn't even had a chance to fully enjoy her life, she wouldn't allow herself to die like this.
Her wonderful, carefree life has only just begun.
"I have a question for you, about...the neighboring country."
To become a successful businessman, one must first become a good politician—this is Anle's current reflection and realization.
Since we can't leave, we can only try to stay and struggle.
Since she's stayed, she naturally has to protect her Paradise Dessert Shop.
This was the beginning and foundation of her career.
If she can't even keep the Paradise Dessert Shop, how can she expand her business empire to a wider scale? Can she just become a successful couch potato and live a carefree life?
A carefree life requires resources, and those resources need to be earned by herself.
Now she is placing this opportunity to make capital on a neighboring country.
Yu Rong glanced sideways. "A neighboring country? You mean the Kingdom of Keluo?"
Anle shook her head. "No, I mean the Kingdom of Islaile, the defeated nation that was defeated by the Kingdom of Kro." What's the point of adding flowers to brocade? She wants the credit of providing charcoal in the snow.
That's far more valuable than adding flowers to brocade; let's be the great contributors this time.
"The Kingdom of Islaile?" Yu Rong raised an eyebrow slightly.
"right."
“This Golden City now belongs to the Kingdom of Kro, not the Kingdom of Islail.”
"Yes, I know. This time I want to be a benefactor to the Kingdom of Islail, and I need your help."
"What are you going to do?" Yu Rong looked at the little girl in front of him, who was only six years old, but he didn't look down on her at all.
I always felt that what she said and did wasn't just childish naivety, but something she could actually do.
When I'm with her, I always feel like I'm not facing a child.
Anle licked her lips and stared intently at Yu Rong, as if she saw hope in him.
"Since you were previously the new emperor's personal bodyguard, did you have any dealings with the Kingdom of Islail? Or, do you know how to interact with them?"
Yu Rong did not answer An Le's question directly, but instead asked a question in return.
What do you want me to do?
Anle's gaze was fixed. "I want to make a deal with the Kingdom of Islail, but I need a medium to communicate with them."
Therefore, I need a middleman to help me connect and build a bridge between me and the Kingdom of Islail.
Ideally, one should meet someone in the Kingdom of Islail who holds a certain position and has the power to decide national affairs.
The higher the position, the better; someone of paramount importance is ideal.
"Making a deal?" Yu Rong looked at the six-year-old child in front of him with surprise and astonishment in his eyes.
Could an ordinary child say something like that? Absolutely not, so she is definitely not an ordinary child.
Even an ordinary adult would never dare to have such a delusion.
The royal family of the neighboring kingdom is not something ordinary people can approach or trade with.
So when he heard her say those words, he was surprised and shocked, but it also seemed a bit natural, since he had already decided that she was not an ordinary child.
If all she could say were ordinary, childish fairy tales, then she wouldn't seem like a particularly unusual person.
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