The reborn prince's little palace maid in the apocalypse

As Wei Rong retreated, An Jiu approached. Jia Mu, who had just retreated, also stepped forward and took a few steps to a prime defensive position.

"Master, I know about the goose." An Jiu was fast; he had just gone out for a stroll and not only finished eating a large goose leg but also returned with a lot of information.

“Master, there is indeed a place called Shuyan Town here, and it’s not far. Just cross the mountain across the river and you’ll get there. I heard that because of its unique geographical location, it’s full of small swamps and lakes, making it unsuitable for farming. So the locals mainly raise ducks and geese. Many of the ducks and geese in the surrounding counties also come from this Shuyan Town.”

"However, just half a month ago, the people of Shuyan Town sealed off the town's entrances and exits, saying that they were going to hold some kind of celebration. No one was allowed to enter. Only some merchants who had previously ordered ducks and geese could pick up their goods at the town entrance."

"By the way, those recipes for cooking goose came from Shuyan Town. They were supposedly given to the merchants as an apology. They gave each of them five or six recipes, and some gave ten or more."

Just then, Little Ba, holding a goose leg, ran over and presented it to Yan Sinian with a beaming smile. "Eat up, I snatched it for you."

Yan Sinian smiled and tore a piece of goose leg meat from Xiao Ba's hand, then fed it to Xiao Ba under Xiao Ba's staring gaze.

After feeding Xiao Ba two pieces of meat, Xiao Ba complained that he was feeding him too slowly and started gnawing on it himself.

Yan Sinian wiped his hands with a handkerchief and asked, "What's going on with Huo Bingchun?"

Upon hearing Huo Bingchun's name, An Jiu's first reaction was to go find where that person was.

Jiamu, standing to the side, replied, "Master, Huo Bingchun is fine. He's just bored." His calm words carried a subtle undercurrent of resentment.

If An Jiu is the type to go wherever there's excitement, then Huo Bingchun is the type who never misses a chance to stir up trouble. Even a small matter becomes a disaster once he gets involved, with at least two people likely to die.

"Let him follow you around for the next few days." Don't be afraid of him causing trouble, but if he dares to scheme against Xiao Ba, he'll have to suffer.

In other words, Huo Bingchun's scheme was somewhat playful; otherwise, he would have been extinct long ago.

"promise."

Although there aren't many people in the Heavenly Stems group, they are all highly skilled, some even being leaders in their respective fields. They usually work independently, and even if they have some personal relationships, they keep them to themselves.

Yet this group of people was led by Jiamu, who looked like an old farmer. The reason for this... was simply that they were subdued by force.

In this world, apart from Yan Sinian, who has lived two lives and possesses innate Qi, and countless others like Xiao Ba, in terms of martial prowess alone, those who can rival Jia Mu can be counted on one hand.

Huo Bingchun looks young, mainly because of his youthful, puppy-like face, in addition to his personality.

Jiamu, who looks like a man in his forties, is actually physically strong due to his rigorous training, which has slowed down his aging process. Before meeting Yan Sinian, he was a legendary figure who founded his own school of martial arts.

Now, everything has changed, and people and things are no longer the same.

On the other side, An Jiu and Huo Bingchun exchanged glances for a few moments. Then, An Jiu slipped over to Xiao Ba's side.

"Is goose meat delicious?" After asking this question, An Jiu looked at Xiao Ba, who was chewing with his cheeks puffed out, and realized he had asked the wrong question. For this ancestor, nothing was unappetizing.

Withdraw, ask again.

"Would you like to see hundreds of geese roasted together, lined up, waiting to be eaten by you?"

Food lined up and eaten by oneself!!! This is something Xiao Ba only dared to dream about in her past life.

He nodded. "I want to know, where is it?"

“There’s one in the mountains across the way,” An Jiu whispered to Xiao Ba.

Xiao Ba looked at the not-so-tall mountain range across the river, assessed it, and figured that it was easy for him to climb over. If he was fast enough, he could be back before dawn.

Before Xiao Ba could even take a step, her slender waist was gripped by a large hand.

"Where do you want to go? Behave yourself." Yan Sinian wrapped one arm around Xiao Ba's waist and gently stroked her hair with the other, scolding her in a low and affectionate voice.

Although Xiao Ba's abilities differ from the cultivation methods of this world, and she doesn't possess any internal energy or internal strength, the imperial physician said she was severely depleted and needed quiet rest and careful recuperation, avoiding any exertion. He had been comforting and caring for her these past few days, finally managing to restore this tiny bit of color to her face; he couldn't let her squander it all.

Yan Sinian glanced at An Jiu, who was huddled to the side, and told him to call Huo Bingchun over.

"Master." Huo Bingchun was much more obedient in front of Yan Sinian, and even his body was subconsciously tense.

"Tell me! What do you know?"

"Reporting to Master, although Shuyan Town is called a town, it was just a mountain village in its early years. It attracted some people because the locals were good at raising ducks and geese. Later, a rumor spread there for two or three years. The truth of the rumor was uncertain, but several restaurants and inns opened there, and the area expanded several times over, and the village was directly changed to a town."

No sooner had Huo Bingchun finished speaking than An Jiu interjected, "Rumors of the martial arts world? What rumors? We don't have any records of them here."

You know, when the Crown Prince travels, the soil on the ground is sifted twice, and the origin of any large stones is questioned. If there are martial arts practitioners gathered nearby, they couldn't possibly be unaware of it.

Huo Bingchun didn't even glance at An Jiu, but still explained, "That was more than twenty years ago. You didn't even have many children back then, so what records are there?"

The "you" Huo Bingchun was referring to were the group of secret guards of the Eastern Palace, not those of the Heavenly Stems.

"What rumors?" Yan Sinian took the cloak handed to him by Liu Meier and carefully wrapped it around Xiao Ba, asking casually.

The fact that a small mountain town could pique Huo Bingchun's interest in watching the spectacle could only be related to that rumor.

“Master, there was a great hero in the martial arts world named Yan Qingyue back then. Legend has it that he retired to Shuyan Town. Those people came here back then to find him, or rather, to find what he left behind.”

Driven by curiosity, An Jiu noticed that his master was busy tying Xiao Ba's clothes and didn't have time to look at them, so he went up to Huo Bingchun.

"Who is Yan Qingyue, Brother Chun? Is he famous?" An Jiu grew up in the Dark Guard Camp. His knowledge of the martial arts world came from the camp's system and his older siblings' stories. He had never heard of this Yan Qingyue before. But for someone to gather so many people around him, he must be someone extraordinary.

"That Master Yan became famous quite early, at least sixty years ago. He's been retired from the martial arts world for over twenty years, so it's normal that you don't know him. Brother Jia should know him, right?"

Huo Bingchun looked at Jia Mu (甲木) standing to the side.

"I know him, but we're not close," Jia Mu nodded.

When Jia Mu first heard Huo Bingchun mention Yan Qingyue's name, he wondered to himself, "When did Yan Qingyue retire from the martial arts world? More than twenty years ago! I was in seclusion at that time, so it's normal that I didn't know."

Judging from Huo Bingchun's words, Yan Qingyue is probably no longer alive. But as far as he knows, that great hero Yan lived a life of utter poverty, so poor that even the most skilled thieves and master thieves would want to give him something. What could he possibly have left behind?