The whole world is cultivating qi, only I am cultivating the body

Princess Xianglan took the bowl full of soup from Zeng Wenyu and looked at the soup in the bowl. Before Zeng Wenyu handed her the spoon, she was tempted by the aroma and couldn't help but take a sip.

No one knows how Princess Xianglan survived during these five years, but seeing her take a small sip and then immediately drink the soup in the bowl in big gulps, you can tell that she hasn't really eaten anything good during these five years of the curse, otherwise she wouldn't have lost her royal etiquette and drank up all the soup in the bowl in just a few sips, and her eyes were constantly glancing at the soup in the pot. Looking at Princess Xianglan like this, Zeng Wenyu found it hard to associate her with a princess of a country.

He handed the chopsticks to Princess Xianglan, took the bowl from her and served her a large bowl of soup and meat.

Princess Xianglan blushed immediately after taking the chopsticks, and took the bowl from Zeng Wenyu again. This time her movements were much more ladylike, and she didn't eat as voraciously as before.

All those sitting here are cultivators, including Zeng Wenyu now. It doesn’t matter whether they eat or not. But except for the cultivators who are really ascetic, more than 90% of the cultivators are accustomed to eating some food every day.

The pot of soup was soon empty, and most of it went into Princess Xianglan's stomach. Faced with such a gluttonous princess, Zeng Wenyu didn't know whether he should say anything more. He just watched Princess Xianglan licking her lips constantly, so Zeng Wenyu got ready and relit the fire to make another pot of soup.

"Well...actually, I..." Seeing Zeng Wenyu setting the pot up again, Princess Xianglan felt embarrassed and wanted to say something.

"Nothing, it's mainly because we're not full. Princess, if you want to eat again later, then come eat with us."

Since Zeng Wenyu gave her a way out, Princess Xianglan naturally stepped down. However, seeing that she was staring at the soup in the pot that had not yet boiled, Zeng Wenyu did not stop what he was doing. He asked Mu Zhi to use magic to build a small stove next to him, preparing to do something else.

The weather has been gradually getting colder, especially in the new country, which is even colder than in Kang country. Even though the sun has reached its zenith, the weather has not warmed up much.

A new pot of soup was almost ready, and Zeng Wenyu had also made a lot of pancakes. He asked Kuruhu to call out Kuruyi and the other man. Finally, the group gathered around the fire, drinking hot soup and eating hot pancakes in their hands.

"Princess Xianglan, what are your plans for the future?" Zeng Wenyu asked as he tore open the dough in his hand and soaked it in the soup. "Are you planning to stay with the Kuru tribe for a while? Or will you continue to head north with us to the central imperial city of the new country?"

Seeing Zeng Wenyu eating like this, Princess Xianglan followed suit and soaked all the noodles in her hand in the soup. Then she answered, "I don't know. In my father's eyes, I'm already dead. There may be people among my brothers and sisters who want to harm me. I don't know whether I should go back or not."

"If, I mean if, you can meet your father, do you have any way to prove yourself?"

“If I can really meet my father, I can prove my identity.” Princess Xianglan saw that Zeng Wenyu hadn’t started eating yet, so she didn’t rush to eat. “But given my current situation, I’m afraid that if I dare to say that I’m a princess, I’ll be caught by the guards in the Central Imperial City immediately. By then, let alone meeting my father, I’m afraid I won’t even be able to enter the Central Imperial City.”

Zeng Wenyu thought for a moment and said, "What if I can take you to see your father?"

When Princess Xianglan heard Zeng Wenyu's words, she took her eyes off the bowl in her hand for the first time and looked at Zeng Wenyu seriously. She wanted to see something from Zeng Wenyu's face, but after looking at him, she felt that there was no possibility for Zeng Wenyu to meet his father, but she did not see any trace of lying on Zeng Wenyu's face.

"Why do you think you can meet my father? You should know that my father has not been in charge of government affairs for a long time. Usually, my eldest brother is the regent. Unless there is something that cannot be decided, it will be presented to my father for decision."

"Oh, I don't have any confidence that I can meet your father, but there is a way to meet your brothers."

"But there is no use in meeting my brothers and sisters. Unless I can meet my eldest brother, my other brothers and sisters have no say in the court."

"Your father doesn't care, and your elder brother is under house arrest. Does that mean there is no solution? Then I think you should just live with the Kuru tribe from now on. But you can't use your identity as a princess anymore. You have to live as a member of the Kuru tribe from now on."

Zeng Wenyu's proposal surprised Kuruyi. He had never thought that such a thing could happen. Although he didn't say it and his expression didn't show any resistance, his heart was full of resistance.

"Forget it. If I really stay in the Kuru tribe, I might bring disaster to the Kuru tribe in the future. If the people who want to harm me know that I have recovered and am still in the Kuru tribe, they will definitely kill me by any means necessary, or curse me again, which will only bring disaster to the Kuru tribe."

Hearing this, Zeng Wenyu picked up the bowl in his hand and picked up a piece of bread with chopsticks: "Then you are not going to the Central Imperial City, nor to the Kuru tribe, where are you going? You can't change back into that form and return to the old homeland of the Kuru tribe, right?"

Princess Xianglan remained silent. She naturally didn't know what to do. She could only silently poke the noodles in the bowl with the chopsticks in her hand.

"Why don't you come with us to the Central Imperial City and give it a try? As long as your identity is not exposed, Sister Mu Zhi can help you cover up your face. We can act accordingly. If things really cannot be done, then we can leave."

"Change your face? This kind of magic doesn't work in the central imperial cities of various countries. There are formations that can directly break this kind of magic."

"Using magic to change your appearance is too low-class," Mu Zhi looked at Princess Xiang Lan with a smile. She gently touched her face with her hand, "Look, am I different from before?"

Mu Zhi's general appearance remained the same, but perhaps because of that slight change in her eyebrows and features, she immediately became a different person who looked very similar to her original self.

"We don't need to cover up your appearance too much. We just need to change it a little bit so that everyone thinks you look very similar to Princess Xianglan. An identical person and a similar person, similar people will only attract attention but not suspicion."