The rustling sounds kept reaching Ajiu's ears, and his face flushed slightly. It wasn't until Qingyin tugged at his sleeve that he turned around and looked at Qingyin, who was wearing his clothes. He awkwardly avoided Qingyin's eyes and said urgently, "Princess Nian, I will lure away those assassins later. You should run in the opposite direction from me. Don't be afraid, the Prince will find you."
"And what about you?" Qingyin looked at him, her agate-like eyes clear and bright. Her pale face was smaller than a palm, and her beautiful eyes were wet with tears. No one could help but answer her.
“As long as I live, I will definitely return to your side.” Ajiu did not give a clear answer to Qingyin’s question. He took off the black cloth covering his face, smiled and winked at Qingyin, “Princess Nian, remember my face. I really like you very much, Alan.”
A delicate and sunny face appeared before Qingyin, with eyes like clear springs and a face like jade. It wouldn't be surprising if someone mistook him for a handsome scholar.
Qingyin nodded, watching him stuff a bunch of scattered branches into her clothes, then give her a bright smile before running towards the depths. His back wasn't broad; in fact, it was rather thin, yet it left her with a possibility of escape.
"You can't run yet," Qingyin followed Ajiu's instructions. After waiting for ten minutes and noticing no human voices, she ran in the opposite direction. Along the way, Qingyin carefully lifted the wide hem of her dress and paid attention to the surrounding movements from time to time. Fortunately, she was not a truly helpless young lady. When she got tired and thirsty, she would find a few edible wild fruits to quench her thirst and then continue running towards the exit of the forest.
However, perhaps her luck wasn't so good. Qingyin looked at Yinzhen, who was standing in front leading the hunting dogs, and backed away while observing him.
Soon, seeing the figures appear around her and surround her, Qingyin stopped moving.
Qingyin's inaction did not mean Yinzhen would remain still. His eyes shone with an astonishing light as he casually walked up to Qingyin and squatted down. "Shilan, you are mine now."
Qingyin, who was covered in dirt and wearing a wild man's robe, made Yinzhen tidy up her messy hair. He then picked up the light and slender Qingyin around the waist.
Qingyin obediently did not resist, lowering her head and letting Yinzhen do as he pleased, but she tightly gripped a sharp gold hairpin in her hand. Perhaps it was this obedient attitude that made Yinzhen feel a little better. He chuckled and slowly pulled the gold hairpin out of Qingyin's hand.
"This hairpin and clothes don't suit you." Qingyin, whose body was completely covered by Yinzhen's outer robe, could only barely reveal her small face. The masculine aura filled her whole body. Qingyin lowered her eyes and let Yinzhen carry her away.
Before long, her eyes were completely covered. Qingyin felt that half an hour had passed before she sat on a soft mattress. The mattress was covered with thick quilts, which had a faint smell of sunshine, indicating that it had been frequently washed.
"Close your eyes, Lan'er."
Suddenly, her eyes were brightened. Before Qingyin could close them, a pair of large hands covered her. Stimulated by the light, her thick eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings, arousing a ticklish feeling in the man's heart.
A few seconds later, the man lowered his hand.
Qingyin was finally able to see her surroundings. Before her was a place decorated in a style that leaned towards the outskirts of the country, with a touch of refinement amidst its ruggedness. There was also the faint sound of flowing water nearby, which was probably groundwater. In the partitioned room, the entire room was decorated not only with flowers and ornaments, but also with a bunch of cute paper boat molds placed in a corner.
Everything was exactly the same as the courtyard she had built at the border in her previous life. Looking at the familiar layout, Qingyin suppressed her surprise and pretended to look around with curiosity.
Yinzhen did not stop her from looking at him, and even showed some anticipation. These were all arrangements that appeared in his dream. He had been preparing the arrangement of this basement ever since he saw Qingyin. Fortunately, its owner also came here.
Seeing the unfamiliarity in Qingyin's eyes, Yinzhen was not discouraged. Although they looked different, he was certain that the woman in his dream was Qingyin. It didn't matter; he was willing to slowly restart the happiness of his past life with his true heart in this one.
"Lan'er, you should rest well. I'll go out first. If you need anything, just call the people guarding outside," Yinzhen said gently. At this moment, he was not like Qingyin who saw that terrifying scene, and he was more inclined to be the Yinzhen of the previous life.
Qingyin nodded without saying anything.
Disappointed at receiving no response, Yinzhen lowered his head and gently said a few more words of comfort before getting up and leaving.
After Yinzhen left, Qingyin finally raised her face full of doubt and frantically called the system that had run away, "System, system, system, what's going on? How come Yinzhen in this world has memories of the previous small world?"
Before the system could even calm down, it was jolted awake by this important news. "Ahhhhh, no way, another small world is malfunctioning. Yinyin, wait a minute, I'll go report the problem to the main system."
Um? ? ? ? ? ? !
The small world is malfunctioning. Qingyin didn't miss the keywords mentioned by the system. Is this an error occurring in more than one small world? Are there many people like Yinzhen?
However, staying here wasn't a problem for her safety; she was just waiting for Yinzhen to rescue her. After Qingyin figured things out, she began to feel disgusted by the stickiness and filth on her body. She sighed and slowly got out of bed. There was a heavy door in the inner room with a small opening that revealed half of her hair in a bun, clearly indicating that a woman was guarding the door.
Qingyin didn't want to take on the challenge of a difficult prison break, so she walked up to them and said, "I need to wash up."
"Madam, please wait a moment, someone will bring water shortly." A clear female voice rang out, her tone respectful.
It's unclear how they relayed the message, but the maids guarding the door didn't move. After a while, several strong and sturdy maids carried in the bath tub.
Tall and dark-skinned, she was clearly a woman from Mongolia. Qingyin prepared to wash up, but seeing that the others hadn't moved, she pouted and pretended to be angry, saying, "I'll wash myself, I don't need you."
The group exchanged glances, looking at Qingyin, whose face flushed red with anger but made her even more beautiful. No wonder His Highness wanted to keep her in his golden palace; she was truly stunning. The group's eyes darted around, and they dared not look at Qingyin any longer. They bid her farewell in soft voices before leaving.
Qingyin wasn't uncomfortable with being served while washing up; it was just that she had sprinkled some powder on Yinzhen's jade pendant earlier. This powder was a gift from her brother, Nian Gengyao, and it was said to have skin-beautifying and calming effects. Nian Gengyao had treasured it and presented it to his sister. It was a powder made from a flower that only grows in the Northwest, and it would emit a pale pink glow in the shadows. Qingyin only discovered this later during a system check. It would be difficult to explain if the maids had seen it on her.
"I hope Yinzhen will find out," Qingyin thought as she carefully put away the last packet of powder before taking off her clothes and soaking in the bath.
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