After crossing, I was forced to hold on to my thighs and build a kingdom

At the same late hour of the night, thousands of miles away in Youyun City, someone was anxiously waiting in the study.

He lowered his head, put his hands behind his back, and paced slowly back and forth, sometimes frowning, sometimes relaxing, obviously in deep thought.

The sound of hurried footsteps was heard, and the middle-aged man looked up suddenly. Butler Zheng Ze was already at the door reporting: "Master, Qingying is back!"

The middle-aged man quickly walked back to the table, lifted his robe and sat down, "Let him in!"

After a while, a black-clad guard walked in. He knelt on one knee and saluted with his fists clasped together: "I, Qingying, pay my respects to Your Highness."

"Hurry up and get up!" Dingbei King Su Changshan held Qingying up with both hands. Before Qingying could speak, he urgently asked, "Is there any news about Yizhi?"

"Your Highness, Qingxiao sent a message at noon saying he has found the mark left by the young master nearby, but that place is close to several large mountains, so he has arranged for his brothers to search the mountains separately."

King Dingbei's eyes were solemn, and his hands on the table tapped slightly.

Qingying glanced at the master sitting on the table and added, "The young master has always been intelligent. If he really hides in the mountains, he will be able to protect himself with his abilities, and the brothers will find him soon. Your Highness, please don't worry too much."

"He is my son, and no one knows him better than me. Under normal circumstances, I would not worry. I am just afraid that... he is seriously injured this time and has no time to take care of himself!" King Dingbei sighed, and a bit of worry appeared on his usually resolute face.

Qingying was silent. What the prince was worried about was exactly what they were worried about. As long as the young master was not found, no one dared to let go of their worries.

Now I just hope that good luck will come to the young master, so that Qingxiao and the others can find him as soon as possible, and the prince and his brothers at home can rest in peace as soon as possible.

"Tell Qingxiao that if there is no news from Yizhi tomorrow, mobilize all the secret agents we have planted in the southern border!" King Dingbei ordered in a deep voice.

Qingying was horrified: "Your Highness, that was someone we worked so hard to place for over ten years."

A wry smile appeared on the weathered face of the Dingbei Prince. "How could I not know this? As long as Yizhi is here, we have hope. Without him, my precarious Dingbei Palace will also come to an end! Without the skin, where will the hair stay?"

After saying this, he waved his hand towards the crowd below and said, "I will make the final decision on this matter. You can go down now!"

Yes, ever since the fall of the Ye family of Marquis Wu'an, the person sitting in the Mingtang has become increasingly suspicious and wary of the general in charge of the army. The Dingbei Palace, which was not peaceful to begin with, has become even more crisis-ridden and has had a hard time in recent years.

Qingying sighed and prayed again in his heart: "Young Master, you must be safe!"

The lights in the study of Prince Dingbei's Mansion were on all night, and Jinchu, who was in the back mountain of Qingxi Village, got a good sleep for half the night.

Jin Chu rubbed her sore limbs, climbed onto the bed, pulled the fur blanket over her and fell into a deep sleep again. Until hunger woke her up again, she was still the only one in the room.

Looking at the sun that was about to rise, Jin Chu muttered, "He's really forgotten the pain after the wound has healed. He ran out before he even recovered. It's already this hour, and there's still no sign of him."

She resigned herself to her fate and got up to wash corn and soak dried vegetables, and then made a fire and cooked as she did last night.

Glancing at the little gray rabbit cowering in the corner, Jin Chu squatted down with a smile to comfort it: "Brother Rabbit, after what happened last night, I found that you are a 'hero among rabbits' who is willing to make sacrifices and possesses a fearless spirit of dedication. Eating it would be too heartbreaking for a rabbit, so I declare that you can live forever!"

In response to Jin Chu's bold words, the gray rabbit only gave her a contemptuous glance, then turned around and pointed its short gray tail in her direction.

"Brother Rabbit, you're being a bit ungrateful! I'm giving you a chance to live, after all. Is this the right way to treat a benefactor?"

Jinchu stretched out his finger to poke the gray rabbit's buttocks, and continued to teach it, "You have to turn around, look at me with your black eyes full of gratitude, then stand up with your front legs clasped together and bow to me, and finally open your unique three-petal mouth and let out a "squeak" of gratitude. Only then can you be considered a well-educated rabbit!"

"Girl, don't force the rabbit. After all, it's just a rabbit, not a human!" A light laugh sounded from behind.

Jin Chu was talking to the rabbit with her mouth full of saliva, completely oblivious to herself, and she didn't notice that someone suddenly came up from behind. Although the voice was soothing and gentle, it still scared her so much that she fell forward while squatting on the ground.

At that moment, she only had time to close her eyes and turn her face away to ensure that her face did not touch the ground. She could not care about anything else.

I sighed in my heart: "Hey! I think my face will be disfigured."

However, the imagined embarrassment did not occur. A hand reached out in time and wrapped around her waist, preventing her from falling to the ground.

"Thank you."

After Jin Chu expressed her heartfelt thanks, her eyes fell on the hand in front of her.

Unlike the dirty and bloody hand of last night, this hand was now slender and strong, with smooth skin and distinct knuckles. From a close distance, Jin Chu could clearly see the small white crescent on his nail. Well, she added in her heart, it's still very healthy!

Noticing Jin Chu's gaze, the man in black unnoticeably withdrew his hand from the girl's waist, gently put it behind his back, and inexplicably shook it.

Jin Chu smelled a crisp coolness and turned around, only then seeing two strands of wet hair scattered across the man's forehead. Before she could fully react, her mouth had already begun to lecture her before her brain did, "It's cold now, and you haven't fully recovered yet. You must not be careless and go bathing in the river. The situation last night was quite dangerous. You can't be careless and take it lightly."

Her words were clearly filled with displeasure, as if the treasure she had carefully cared for was being treated casually by someone else. Even if that person was the owner, she would not be happy.

The man looked at the girl in front of him. Her face was tense, her chin slightly raised, and her rosy almond eyes were staring at him dissatisfiedly. In the sunlight, he could see the light golden fuzz on her face.

A lively face, muttering in an old-fashioned manner.

She's still a little girl, so why does she talk like a nosy older sister?

While secretly complaining, the man slowly blinked and suppressed the smile in his heart.

"It's all thanks to you last night that I'm standing here today. How dare I let you down? Yesterday, I was so filthy from all the traveling, and it's been so inconvenient for you, so I only went to the river to wash my hands and face today, and didn't bathe."

He spoke slowly and clearly, like the gurgling of a stream, and his tone was filled with sincere gratitude for the girl's careful care of him last night.

Jin Chu was stunned!

Was this a Sichuan Opera face-changing performance? In just one night, had this man transformed from a cold, arrogant son of a noble family into a gentle, modest gentleman?

I just took care of him for one night, but you're acting like you're almost ready to give yourself to him, right?

After pondering this sentence, Jin Chu suddenly realized!

To her, she might think that she had only taken care of this man for one night, but to the man in front of her, in such a dangerous situation last night, wasn't she the savior who pulled him back from the brink of death?

Moreover, I was considerate enough not to touch his face towel again.

He not only saved his life, but also maintained his dignity and did not rely on him. It would not be an exaggeration to thank such a knowledgeable and considerate savior!