Traveling through time and space to become a lady of a noble family, but she only wants to escape

The courtyard was silent. Bai Zhi sniffed twice, picking up a faint, familiar smell of burning. In Ningzhou, the grass used for lighting lamps was a rather unremarkable roadside grass. It looked ordinary, but just a few stalks could burn all night long. The locals called it "lamp grass." This was the smell of burning lamp grass, clearly indicating that the lights in the house had just been turned off.

If the wick had not burned out, it would have been difficult for it to go out on its own. It was obviously extinguished by someone.

It couldn't be Cheng Mao who turned off the light, so who was it?

As soon as she thought of this, Bai Zhi's lower back suddenly felt numb as if it was dead.

There was no murderous intent, just extremely fierce palm wind.

Without hesitation, she immediately turned around and raised her legs to face the enemy head-on.

The lights in the neighbor's house were still on, and Bai Zhi could vaguely see the man coming in, dressed in a tight black suit, completely covered from head to toe, not even a strand of hair visible. Just as her leg was about to whip through, the man abruptly withdrew his palm, and in an instant, with pinpoint accuracy, he grasped both sides of Bai Zhi's shoe and, with a sudden force, yanked the shoe off.

Bai Zhi hadn't expected this outcome. She wanted to pull her leg back immediately, but the man's pull on her shoe was so forceful that she momentarily lost her balance. The ground in the courtyard was ordinary, scratchy gravel. Bai Zhi gritted her teeth, determined to press forward, taking two steps forward to press the man's acupoints.

Before she stepped on the ground, the man stretched out his long arms, intending to hold Baizhi's feet in his palms.

Damn, no matter how you look at him, he's a flower thief.

In the midst of war, even hurting someone for a stutter was humanly acceptable, but hurting someone just to save their pants was the equivalent of being a beast. Bai Zhi suddenly remembered the ruffians who had attempted to do something indecent to Qiaoqiao and Chuqi when she first arrived in Wu County. Her blood boiled, and she swung her leg, still in mid-air, twisting her waist and sending her flying. Then, with all her might, she kicked the man in the chest with her other foot.

The man was obviously caught off guard and was kicked more than ten feet away, then lay on the ground motionless.

Bai Zhi clenched her fists and strode forward, intending to wipe out the entire enemy completely.

The man lying on the ground suddenly started to cough and laugh softly. Bai Zhi paused - the sound sounded a little familiar.

"Boss... you have great skills." The man raised a hand that looked extremely pale in the dim light of the night, inserted his index and middle fingers into the mask, and pulled it off, revealing his handsome face that was shockingly handsome in the Thirteen States.

Who else could it be but Prince Jing, who was supposed to be at the White Tiger Army’s base?

But at this time, he was kicked so hard that his face turned pale, his hair was disheveled, and blood was oozing from the corners of his mouth. He looked miserable.

This time, the blunder had gone too far. Bai Zhi's eyes nearly popped out of her head. That kick hadn't been a single ounce of force; it might have caused internal injuries. She wanted to rush over to check on Chu Yunchuan's injuries, but she also wanted to curse him first. After a long pause, she held her hand against her forehead and sighed softly, "...Ancestor, what are you doing?"

After one stick of incense, Baizhi was in the room.

On the day when she poured all the modern medical knowledge in her head to Doctor Jiang, Doctor Jiang stuffed Bai Zhi with a lot of broken herbs. Bai Zhi carefully kept them all for emergency use, but she never thought that these herbs could be used on Chu Yunchuan.

After a long-awaited reunion, one of them used a stone mortar to grind medicine while the other practiced internal energy to heal his wounds.

Chu Yunchuan, who hadn't seen his beloved for over a month, wanted to hold Bai Zhi in his arms for a while, regardless of his injuries, but Bai Zhi pushed him down on the bed and forced him to heal first: "How could I not know how hard I hit you?"

Chu Yunchuan had no choice but to suppress his desires and sit in meditation to heal his wounds.

Bai Zhi was in high spirits, her beloved by her side, having not seen her for so long. As she pounded the herbs, she chatted with Chu Yunchuan about recent events, the Injury and Sickness Shop, Doctor Jiang, and her recent promise to Qiaoqiao to let her stay. Chu Yunchuan was seriously injured; his chest ached, his throat tasted of blood, and his face was pale, but he listened intently, responding to every word.

If it weren't for the war still raging outside the city walls, this would be the life of an ordinary citizen.

As the pestle pounded, an unpleasant smell of mud and grass emerged from the small mortar. Chu Yunchuan wrinkled his nose as he smelled it, and was choked so much that he moved his head back half an inch.

Bai Zhi glanced at him, grinning from ear to ear: "Don't hide, this is just the beginning, you still have to drink later."

Chu Yunchuan said with difficulty: "How come this is just one, one..."

"It smells like a rotten rag, doesn't it?" Bai Zhi continued, considerately opening the window to let in some air. "It rained a few days ago, and the herbs got damp, and they're all tucked away together, so they all smell like that. The medicine at the Sickness and Injury Shop is the same, but they're stored in better conditions there, so they're not as rancid."

Just then, a small breeze blew in, bringing the smell of the rag to Chu Yunchuan's face. He suddenly felt that his internal energy had been smoked out.

The room was filled with a foul smell, but Bai Zhi seemed to have lost her sense of smell and remained unmoved. Chu Yunchuan couldn't help but ask, "Is this the same smell in the Sickness and Injury House?"

"Not only that, there's also the smell of blood, sweat, burning fire, and the sore feet of our ancestors after they took off their shoes." Bai Zhi said, clicking her tongue twice. "It's even worse than the blood-tonifying soup you gave me."

Chu Yunchuan shook his head and sighed, "It's inevitable that the medicinal properties of medicinal herbs will be affected by moisture. Baizhi, where is the paper and pen? I will write down the method of collecting medicinal herbs in the garrison to Doctor Jiang."

Bai Zhi shrugged. "Without that precious stuff, I have to go to the government office to borrow paper and pen to write to you and mother. Just dictate it directly, and I'll pass it on to Doctor Jiang tomorrow."

Chu Yunchuan was stunned for a moment, then realized belatedly: "Yes, family letters are precious during wartime, and the four treasures of the study will be several times more expensive than before."

"It's not just the four treasures of the study. Everything besides food has become much more expensive. Clothes are expensive, shoes are expensive too." Bai Zhi stretched out a foot and shook it twice, her face full of disgust. "I've been wearing these shoes for a month, walking in the mud every day. It's a pity you had the heart to pick them off."

Chu Yunchuan blinked his eyes and said, "Master, you work hard every day, so it's only natural for me to help you undress."

"And then you served me like this." Bai Zhi pointed at Chu Yunchuan's chest, her tone full of helplessness. "The dignified King Jing was treated as a thief and kicked to the point of internal injuries. If this gets out, people will laugh to death. You come here just like that, why are you pretending to be a thief?"

"I just wanted to imitate the time when you hid on the beam and attacked me. Who would have thought that I could recognize you but you couldn't recognize me." Chu Yunchuan sighed with grief, his brows furrowed, the corners of his mouth drooping, and his half-loose long hair flowing randomly on the bed. He looked as if he had suffered a great blow.

The instigator was speechless for a moment, and after a long while of thinking, he finally found an excuse to try to change his mind: "You were wearing black clothes, and only your eyes were exposed. It was dark, so how could I recognize you?"

Chu Yunchuan's mouth drooped even lower: "I didn't even see you last time."

Bai Zhi: "I..."

"Don't you like my eyes? Are you kidding me?"

"…………"

Bai Zhi decided to keep quiet.