As soon as she opened her eyes, she was forcibly carried back to the East Palace by the paranoid pri

The elders in the tribe often said that extreme beauty would bring about an evil aura. In the past, they scoffed at this, thinking that humans were just humans, how could they be compared with the monsters in myths and legends?

For them, monsters are totems of the tribe and they need to be respected. The people in the Central Plains believe in gods, demons and ghosts, while the people in the grassland tribes believe in monsters and gods. Each tribe has its own totem.

He Yue frowned, her face was white and moist in the sunlight, and her grace was dazzling. She stepped back repeatedly and finally returned to the tent.

The foreign girl in the tent was not surprised at all. She handed a bowl of food made from milk to He Yue and motioned her to eat.

"Those ruffians have never seen a young lady like you. They will definitely make a fuss as soon as you go out." The foreign girl was speaking the Central Plains dialect.

When He Yue heard her speaking the Central Plains dialect, joy flashed in her eyes. She took the food and sat on the wide stool, but did not eat it.

There were too many things in my mind. I had already left the palace and arrived at the grasslands in the blink of an eye. Even if I rode at top speed, it would take more than ten days. Where was Emperor Jingmu? Where was Ning Rusong?

"Did you save me?" He Yue asked tentatively, holding the bowl in her hand.

The foreign girl waved her hands and shook her head, her tone carrying a unique weirdness, "It was a very handsome man who entrusted you to our tribe, and he paid a large sum of money!"

She even made an exaggerated circle with her hand to show how generous the money was.

"He left and went to the forbidden land on the grassland where people are eaten." The girl named Daryl showed fear on her face. "Another idiot who heard that the forbidden land can communicate with ghosts and the resurrected dead. Few people can come out of that forbidden land alive. There are poisonous miasma and poisonous snakes everywhere!"

He Yue stroked the rough wall of the bowl with her fingers. The handsome man should be Emperor Jingmu. He went to the forbidden place that was rumored to be able to bring the dead back to life for the Imperial Concubine Yue.

It is not surprising that Emperor Jingmu once built one Taoist temple after another for Concubine Yue in an attempt to spy on the paths of humans and ghosts.

He Yue took a sip from the bowl. It tasted like porridge with a strange taste. "Have I been unconscious for a long time?"

Daryl nodded and stared straight at He Yue's face, "You have been unconscious here for four days."

It has been four days since we arrived at this tribe on the grassland, and the journey would have taken even longer. The fact that Ning Rushong did not come looking for us could only mean that Emperor Jingmu had already cleaned up all traces.

He Yue placed her hand on her abdomen in a daze. Seeing her action, Daryl said proudly, "The medical elder said that your child is very healthy. It's my credit. I feed you every day!"

"Thank you, young lady." He Yue turned her face slightly to avoid Daryl's overly naked and fiery gaze. Except for Ning Rushong, no one had looked at her like this for a long time, and she felt a little uncomfortable.

Daryl sat cross-legged on the carpet, holding his face with his hands and pouting, "What are you shy about, little girl? I've been washing you these past few days, and even the clothes you're wearing are mine."

"This is my wedding dress, my best dress!"

When He Yue first arrived here, she was wearing a lotus-colored brocade skirt with ancient butterfly patterns embroidered on it that were so vivid and lifelike with gold thread that they even shone in the sun. Not to mention the gold and jade hairpins on her hair. The elders of the tribe said that each one was worth the entire tribe!

But He Yue always had to change her clothes, and Daryl felt that his own clothes were not worthy of her, so he used his wedding dress.

"This dress is very beautiful." He Yue said in a gentle voice, looking at Daryl, "You don't have to call me little lady. I am no longer worthy of this title at my age."

In fact, Daryl also felt it was weird to call He Yue "little lady". It was fine when she was asleep, but when she woke up and sat quietly, he would find that her appearance was too dignified, noble, peaceful and calm, more intimidating than the elders in the tribe.

"Then what should I call you? Don't you have a saying in the Central Plains that you should add your surname and then call her Madam?" Daryl asked one question after another. She held her chin and looked at He Yue with her head tilted. "Why do you sound so mature? How old are you? Nineteen, twenty, twenty-one? I am nineteen years old now and have a one-year-old boy. You are at most two years older than me."

He Yue shook her head, "I'm already twenty-six."

"Ah! But you look at most twenty-one!" Daryl covered his mouth. On the grassland, this age is already an elder. If you get married at the age of sixteen, the child will be almost ten years old!

"At nineteen, you're still a child." He Yue spoke softly, with a faint smile on her beautiful face.

Daryl was dazzled by He Yue's bright and pure appearance, and he stammered, "What... child, I'm already nineteen years old."

She couldn't help but secretly look at He Yue's face again, "You look like a noble lady from the Central Plains. When you were in the Central Plains, did you have a lot of slaves serving you? They say that noble ladies in the Central Plains are served by slaves in everything."

"What's your relationship with that handsome man? Are you married?" Daryl spoke in a long-winded manner, as if he never stopped.

The main reason was that it was too strange. The idea that the Central Plains was very rich was deeply rooted in the hearts of every grasslander, so Daryl was naturally very curious.

"Why do you think so?" He Yue looked at Daryl in surprise, "That man has nothing to do with me. He is just an elder at best."

What kind of elder is he? Is he a father-in-law? He Yue asked herself in her heart, did she really regard Ning Rusong as her husband?

The encounters in life are so mysterious and full of absurdities. She had clearly accepted her fate, but she was brought to this grassland. No one knew her, and there was no such person as Ning Rushong.

But He Yue was very tired. She wondered if Ning Rushong would be able to find her.

Daryl scratched his head and said, "It's not my fault. You people from the Central Plains can't tell your age from your looks."