Old Zhong quickly pulled him behind him.
"Mian'er, why did you come out? Go back and lie down."
Old Zhong was very careful with his grandson, afraid that he might bump or get hurt.
"I'm fine."
The chieftain, who had been quite arrogant just moments before, calmed down upon seeing the young man.
“You silly child, I don’t have your grandfather anymore. I’m just afraid he’ll be fooled by outsiders and will bring just anyone into the world.”
"Chief, Miss Fang is truly a good person..."
"How can you guarantee that? Are you going to risk the lives of hundreds of people in the village?"
Old Zhong fell silent instantly.
Fang Qing could understand to some extent their closed-off tribe's resistance to the outside world.
“I really mean you no harm. How about this, we won’t go in. We’ll just leave the grain seeds here for you.”
As she spoke, Fang Qing handed the medicine from Zhao Shi'an to Old Zhong.
"Grandpa, please take these medicinal herbs. You have difficulty walking, and these herbs will last you a long time."
Old Zhong was so moved that his eyes filled with tears.
"Miss Fang, you're so kind, I..."
As he spoke, he pulled his grandson in front of Fang Qing.
"Mian'er, the medicine you took last time was given to you by Miss Fang. Let's thank her quickly."
Mian'er looked at Fang Qing with her dark eyes, hesitated for a moment, and then said thank you.
Fang Qing could sense the child's inexplicable wariness towards her.
"It's nothing, just a small favor."
The workers had already placed the grain seeds at the entrance of the village.
Fang Qing didn't say much and told the people to leave.
Zhao Shi'an took a few steps, then suddenly stopped, as if he had just remembered something.
He turned to look at Majiazhai.
The village chief was inspecting the grain seeds, and Old Zhong was carefully explaining something to him.
Meanwhile, Old Zhong's grandson was staring intently in their direction.
Zhao Shi'an met his gaze, but the other man did not back down at all; his eyes were very oppressive.
"elder brother?"
Fang Qing walked for a while but didn't notice Zhao Shi'an following, so she called out to him.
Zhao Shi'an withdrew his gaze and quickly followed Fang Qing.
"What's wrong?" Fang Qing asked.
"without."
He had just been wondering why the person named Mian'er seemed so familiar.
If the current emperor were here, he would definitely recognize at a glance the person who looks so much like him—the eighth prince who disappeared ten years ago during a rebellion.
The person the emperor was searching for in his previous life, even on his deathbed, has appeared in this small mountain village.
However, in his previous life, this eighth prince was not found before he died.
He must be dead.
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