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

Before Bai Zhi could even ask, the barbarian girl took her hand and gently tugged it twice: "I'll give you food, and you help me farm."

Reminded by her, Bai Zhi realized her stomach was empty; perhaps it was because she hadn't eaten that she had been feeling weak. She thought for a moment and tentatively asked, "Your parents are at home farming and cooking; why did you run off to play?"

The barbarian girl shook her head vigorously, tightly gripping Bai Zhi's hand: "I have no parents, only my grandfather and younger brother."

Bai Zhi immediately agreed: "I'll help you farm, and you'll give me food."

Anyway, with her barbarian-looking face, she's just an ordinary person here.

The little barbarian girl, carrying a small basket on her back and holding Bai Zhi's hand, shuffled forward on her nimble little legs. The little one was quite talkative; she first introduced herself as Nawu, then started asking all sorts of questions, such as which tribe Bai Zhi was from, where she came from, and where her home was. Bai Zhi fabricated a lie about having amnesia, which finally shut Nawu up.

Nawu's home was ten miles away. It took a long time, until the sun was high in the sky and Baizhi was almost starving, before she finally saw a small house made of yellow mud on a barren hillside.

The little girl called out a crisp phrase in Mandarin, then let go of Baizhi's hand and ran over. A small child, shorter than Nawu, stumbled out of the house; he seemed to be her younger brother. Then, slowly emerged an elderly man with white hair and beard, presumably Nawu's grandfather. Nawu gestured wildly and chattered excitedly to the two of them, then pointed at Baizhi.

Before Bai Zhi could even greet him, the old man cried out in terror, "Envoy Alyumo!" Then he grabbed his granddaughter and grandson and knelt down with a thud.

"Hey, hey, hey!" Bai Zhi instinctively reached out to help the person up. "No, no, no, get up and talk."

The old man kowtowed deeply to the ground, refusing to get up no matter how Bai Zhi tried to pull him up. He said in his broken Da Yan dialect, "Arumo, messenger of the sun god, please forgive my granddaughter Nau, she is too young."

Aleutian, the messenger of the sun god? Bai Zhi stopped in her tracks, her mind racing—the syllable "Aleutian" sounded familiar. Ah, she seemed to have heard them shouting "Aleutian" when she was escaping last night. What did this word mean? Was it the name of an organization?

The old man called her Alyumo. Had he seen her before? Or was there something about her that allowed him to identify her?

Nawu's head was still being pressed to the ground by the old man. She nimbly turned her head and looked at the old man, saying with a smile, "Grandpa, don't worry, she has amnesia."

The old man was taken aback: "Amnesia?"

"Amnesia, she said it herself."

Bai Zhi's hand was still supporting the old man's arm. With a little more force, the old man hesitated and let her help him up: "I hit my head and lost my memory. I don't know who I am. Old man, you just called me Alyumo. Do you know me?"

The amnesia excuse she made offhand worked, so this was the only option for now. Otherwise, she wouldn't be able to explain her situation or get any information.

The old man slowly sat down on a bench against the wall. After instructing the two children to bring a bench for Bai Zhi, he hesitated for a long time before beginning to narrate his story, albeit haltingly.

Alyumo isn't an organization; it's simply the name of Bai Zhi's current face, and one of the confidants of Wushameng, the leader of the Salam. These confidants of Wushameng are referred to as messengers of the sun god by the people of Salam. This old man had seen Alyumo once when he went to present fruit to Ge Zhen. It was only once, because Ge Zhen disliked the fruit and wouldn't allow him to go again. Alyumo was very fierce then, so he remembered him vividly.

The phrase "very fierce" was added by Nawu, who was immediately punched on the forehead by the old man after saying it.

After speaking, the old man looked Bai Zhi up and down and asked, "The envoy doesn't remember anything at all?"

"I don't remember any of it."

"Hmm... It's a good thing that the envoy has come to our house. Nawu, go and cook for the envoy." The old man gently patted Nawu's back, and Nawu skipped and hopped into the house with her younger brother. The old man lowered his voice, put his hands together, and pleaded with Baizhi, "Nawu is still a child, that's why she speaks the language of the gods. When the envoy regains his memory and returns to Madam Ge's side, please don't tell Madam Ge. Nawu is too young to be punished. I will tell Nawu even more strongly to insist on speaking the language of Great Yan."

"Hmm... Oh, okay."

"Thank you, messenger."

The old man shakily went into the kitchen to help, leaving Bai Zhi sitting blankly in the desolate wind. Her eyes were fixed straight ahead, one sentence swirling in her mind—

—Is she now a confidante of Ushamon, the leader of Salam?

This is absolutely unbelievable!

Only now did Bai Zhi vaguely sense a conspiracy. Someone, for some purpose, had disguised her as Wu Shameng's confidant. Who was this person? Why was she chosen? Where was the real Alumo? Had she, the imposter, run into the real deal? Was this mask, so exquisitely crafted, the kind Chu Yunchuan possessed? Could this be related to Wei Fuguang's infiltration plan? But to leave her here without telling her anything—was making her improvise also part of the plan? Did Chu Yunchuan know she was here? How were Qiaoqiao and Chuqi now? Cheng Mao should be taking them away from Wuxian, right… Right, she initially came looking for Qiaoqiao and Chuqi, but after packing her things, she ran into Qiao Banxian, who said…

Bai Zhi suddenly stood up—"Master Qiao!"

Her last memory was of drinking the water from Master Qiao!

It seems that Qiao Banxian was the one who started this. Bai Zhi secretly ground her teeth. Qiao Banxian was used to doing strange and mysterious things. It was not impossible that he would really disguise her and leave her here.

No matter what Qiao Banxian wanted to do, she had no reason to play along. If her current situation truly had nothing to do with the infiltration plan, she should immediately go back to find Chu Yunchuan. But…

Bai Zhi sat back down dejectedly—going back with that face would be suicide; she'd be riddled with holes by the White Tiger Army before even seeing Chu Yunchuan. Besides, if Aliu Mo was truly involved in the infiltration plan, she not only couldn't run, but she'd have to face the challenge head-on and infiltrate all the way to that damned leader of the Salamu clan.

It was truly a case of misfortunes never coming singly, and a delayed boat encountering a headwind. Bai Zhi leaned back weakly in her chair, tilting her head back in despair. The blazing sun stung her eyelids, and what she saw was a bright, reddish hue, somewhat like an overripe, cloyingly sweet vine fruit.

She used to dislike those things, but now she doesn't know when she'll be able to eat them again.

Good heavens, you son of a bitch, don't you have any sense of reason?

"Dinner's ready!"

Hearing Nawu's shout, Baizhi suddenly perked up a bit.

No matter how badly they've fallen, they still need to eat. However, Bai Zhi vaguely remembered that she hadn't seen anything edible on the way here; it was all leafless trees and shrubs. She wondered what the barbarians ate.

When the old man called her into the room, Bai Zhi was completely dumbfounded when she looked at the table.