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Jing Chunxi then began to desperately search her mind and space for anything she could use. She first removed the door panels, then a few bed boards, and tried to use them to build a simple bridge to get closer to her second uncle.

She carefully placed the planks one by one on the swamp, each one carrying her concern and hope for her second uncle. Finally, when the planks were almost at the edge of the meadow, Jing Chunxi reached out, her fingertips almost touching her second uncle's sleeve.

However, at this moment, her eyes suddenly went dark, and the originally clear blue sky seemed to be locked by a huge lock, and all the light disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Jing Chunxi's heart sank, and she felt a wave of despair. The meadow so close to her seemed to be swallowed up by an invisible force in an instant, disappearing without a trace, and her second uncle, who was lying on it, disappeared as well.

Panicked, she groped towards where her second uncle had been lying, trying to grab his hand or his clothes and pull him towards her. But she felt nothing. Not only did the thick fog rise again, but it also seemed like an iron wall had built up around her. Neither she nor the wooden planks could move forward or touch anything beyond.

She looked around and saw only the vast grassland, boundless and endless, as if it would never end. The great desert in the distance was still desolate, even the camels were gone.

The once vibrant oasis, along with the lamb she had saved, vanished without a trace. It was as if none of this had ever existed, leaving her alone, wandering in this empty world, like a headless fly, flying around aimlessly.

"Second uncle!" Jing Chunxi could no longer hold back, tears burst out of her eyes like a flood. She screamed heart-wrenchingly, her voice full of despair and helplessness.

Her fragile spirit finally collapsed, and her body could no longer support her. She suddenly collapsed and fell into Xu Zize's arms.

"Xi'er!" There was a hint of panic in Xu Zize's voice. He hugged Jing Chunxi tightly, afraid that she would disappear from his side.

"Sister Xi!" Jing Changjiang's hand, which was supporting her, began to tremble, his eyes filled with worry. The two men were completely panicked, not knowing what to do next.

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"So hungry!"

When Jing Chunxi said she was hungry, her body only moved a little. She had a splitting headache, as if countless needles were piercing her head, but this kind of pain was not the most torturous.

The most uncomfortable thing was her stomach, which was empty, as if there was a bottomless pit inside, constantly devouring her physical and mental strength. The feeling of hunger came like a tide, wave after wave, making her want to moan, but she felt no strength all over.

"Hurry up and bring the porridge! Go and tell the general."

A familiar voice reached her ears. It was loud, not at all worried about disturbing her, yet filled with urgency. Along with the voice, there were rustling sounds, as if someone was busy in the room.

If Jing Chunxi hadn't seen a bowl of steaming meat porridge in Xu Zize's hand as soon as he opened his eyes, he really wanted to take out a bun from the space and take a few big bites.

She was so hungry that she could hardly think. She tried to stand up, but she was so weak that she could hardly move.

Xu Zize saw her say she was hungry and saw her gently turn over. A flash of surprise flashed across his face, but he quickly regained his composure. He carefully helped her sit up and stuffed a soft pillow under her waist.

He tried it with his lips before bringing the bowl of porridge close to her mouth, scooped up a spoonful of porridge with a spoon, blew on it gently, and then fed it to her mouth.

"Drink slowly, don't choke." Xu Zize's voice was gentle and careful, as if she was a fragile porcelain, or a treasure that had been lost and found again.

Only after Xu Zize personally fed her half a bowl of meat porridge did Jing Chunxi finally feel better. She was finally able to move a little, and felt her strength gradually returning.

She swallowed the last mouthful of porridge, raised her head to look at Xu Zize, and asked weakly, "How long have I slept?"

Xu Zize looked at her with dark circles under his eyes, which looked like two dark clouds, making him look particularly haggard. He said in a low voice, "You fainted yesterday, and it's almost midnight now!"

"I slept for almost two days?"

No wonder I'm so hungry, I haven't eaten for more than two days. Jing Chunxi thought to herself, trying hard to recall what happened before she fainted, but her memory was like mist blown away by the wind, and she couldn't grasp it no matter how hard she tried. The only thing she remembered was her dying second uncle.

There was still no joy on Xu Zize's face. Only he knew the torment he went through during the time he stayed by Jing Chunxi's side.

When the general was in a bad mood, he could find something to do. He could also vent his anger to the soldiers and followers, but he could do nothing but wait. He was really reluctant to leave, and he was also worried that if he left, something would happen to the girl.

During these two days, he watched Jing Chunxi lying on the bed, motionless, and the helplessness and anxiety almost swallowed him up.

He fed Jing Chunxi the well water in the kettle again and again, bringing the water to her mouth each time, hoping that she would suddenly open her eyes after swallowing a few mouthfuls.

But waiting again and again, was followed by disappointment again and again. He looked at her pale face, his heart seemed to be blocked by something, and it became difficult to breathe.

Several military doctors came to take her pulse, and they all said that she was either tired, frightened, or worried too much. But no one could say for sure when Jing Chunxi would wake up.

They gathered around her bed, each with a troubled look on their face, and could only vaguely comfort Xu Zize and Jing Changjiang. Xu Zize watched the military doctors leave, his heart filled with helplessness and anger, but he knew that now was not the time to lose his temper. He could only pray that Jing Chunxi would wake up soon.

During this time, Jing Changjiang had already summoned seven or eight waves of officers and soldiers for detailed discussions, asking them only one question: where they had seen the swamp. He sat in the main hall, his eyes fixed on each officer and soldier who came to report, hoping to get some clue from them.

"I have been to the Oirat and Jin several times with a dozen cavalrymen. Except for their imperial city, we have explored all other areas. It is very dry there, and there are not many lakes. Even if there are, they are very small." A young general spoke first. He recalled his past experiences and tried to provide some useful information to the general.

As soon as someone started talking, others began to murmur, "The north is already dry. We've been here for more than ten years and have come into contact with many merchants from the north, but we've never heard of a small country with a swamp." These officers and soldiers chatted one after another, trying to recall the terrain they had seen.

"We have traveled the most among the Tatars, and have fought more than a dozen battles with them, big and small. There is no place we have not explored. We have never seen a swamp, and even a large oasis is rare." Another soldier said, with a hint of helplessness in his voice.