I traveled through time and became the Queen of Ancient Dian

The low laugh of the envoy of the Rangsi tribe was like a basin of cold water that extinguished everyone's enthusiasm and interrupted Baona's thoughts.

She frowned slightly and looked at the man who laughed.

He was dressed in foreign clothes, and there was a hint of contempt and inquiry in his eyes, as if he was examining a strange toy.

The tribesmen around her, who were originally immersed in Baona's story, came back to their senses at this moment, and their puzzled eyes shifted back and forth between her and the messenger.

Baona felt the suspicion in the air and felt a little unhappy, but she quickly adjusted her mood and decided to prove herself with practical actions.

She nodded slightly to the Queen of Ancient Dian, then turned and walked into the sacrificial temple.

The temple was dimly lit and the air was filled with the ancient scent of sandalwood.

The towering stone pillars are carved with mysterious totems, as if telling ancient legends.

Baona walked between the bookshelves, her fingers brushing over the ancient tomes, searching for answers to the doubts in her mind.

The hall was silent, with only the rustling sound of her turning pages echoing in the empty hall, highlighting her loneliness and determination at the moment.

Time passed minute by minute, and Baona was immersed in the ocean of knowledge, unaware of the coming danger.

Gongye's sacrificial assistant hid outside the temple, watching Baona's every move with a cold gaze.

He was filled with jealousy and resentment. He could not tolerate that an outsider was more respected by his tribe than he was.

He secretly instructed several confidants to sneak into the temple and steal the key books that Baona was studying.

When Baona discovered that the books were lost, she was filled with rage.

She stood up suddenly, and the book in her hand fell to the ground with a dull sound.

She looked around; she was alone in the empty temple.

She realized that this was no accident and must have been done on purpose.

She clenched her fists, her nails digging deep into her flesh, and a chill spread from the bottom of her heart.

She must find out who is behind this and never let this despicable act succeed.

"Who is it?" Baona's voice echoed in the hall, with a slight tremor, but more determined.

The envoy of the Rangsi tribe had a playful smile on his face. He looked at Baona's anxious expression with interest, as if he was enjoying a wonderful farce.

But when his eyes swept across the temple entrance, he caught sight of Gongye's assistant's sinister smile and hurriedly departing figure, and what he was tightly holding in his hand was the book that Baona had been reading before.

"Wait a minute!" The Rangsi envoy suddenly spoke, and his loud voice broke the silence of the temple.

Everyone turned their eyes to him, puzzled.

He raised his chin, his tone tinged with a hint of teasing, "Just now I seemed to see that Gongye assistant hurried away, holding in his hand the ancient book that this Baona girl was studying?"

Gongye's sacrificial assistant's face turned pale instantly. He didn't expect that his cautious movements were seen clearly by outsiders.

Murmurs erupted from the crowd, and questioning looks pierced him like swords.

The chief priest Weisheng's face turned pale. He didn't expect that his subordinates would be so incompetent.

Baona was shocked. She didn't expect the situation to be like this, and she didn't expect that this seemingly frivolous messenger would stand up and speak for her.

She looked at Assistant Gongye, who wanted to defend himself, but under the sharp gazes of the crowd, he lowered his head helplessly.

At this moment, a roar of anger broke out in the crowd, and the tribesmen accused Gongye's assistant and denounced his despicable behavior.

Amidst the public's condemnation, Bona's image became more positive and majestic. She seemed to be the light sent by God to lead them to prosperity.

Baona felt warmth in her chest and was grateful that she was so lucky to be favored by fate.

The tense atmosphere was dispelled and a relaxed atmosphere began to spread.

As night falls, outside the sacrificial temple, bright moonlight shines on the ground, coating the earth with a layer of silver glow.

Baona stood on the platform, the cool night breeze ruffling her long hair. She turned to look at the Queen of Ancient Dian beside her and whispered her worries, "I'm afraid... afraid they won't truly accept my new ideas. They may trust me today, but will they try to thwart me again tomorrow? After all, I'm not one of them."

The Queen of Ancient Dian reached out and gently held Baona's hand. The warm touch soothed the uneasiness in her heart.

"Baona, I have seen your wisdom and courage. Don't doubt yourself. Everything you do is for our Pu people and for this land. I will definitely support you with all my strength." The queen spoke in a firm tone, her eyes full of trust and encouragement.

Baona felt the warmth in the Queen's palm, and the uneasiness in her heart melted like ice and snow.

A warm feeling surged into her heart, and the friendship between her and the Queen became even deeper.

The atmosphere around also became warm.

The queen gently patted the back of Baona's hand and said softly, "You are tired today, so go to bed early." After a pause, the queen added, "Tomorrow, there will be more things waiting for you." Then she turned and walked towards the bedroom, and her back disappeared in the moonlight.

At the first light of dawn, a thin mist enveloped the entire Pu tribe, and the air was filled with the fragrance of earth and grass.

Baona came to the material storage warehouse in high spirits, ready to collect the materials needed to implement the new plan.

However, Lezheng Material Manager blocked her way.

"Miss Baona, I'm sorry that I can't obey your order. The new plan you mentioned is very different from the tradition of our tribe. I cannot use the tribe's supplies at will." Le Zheng, the supplies manager, spoke in a stiff tone, and his wrinkled face was full of rejection.

His skinny fingers tightly grasped the key to the warehouse, as if he was holding the lifeline of the Pu tribe.

Baona had anticipated obstacles, but she was not discouraged.

"Lord Le Zheng, I understand your concerns. But I can obtain supplies using the ancient method of exchange, which does not violate tradition." Bao Na spoke in a firm tone, looking directly at Le Zheng, without any intention of backing down.

"Exchange? What do you have to exchange? You are an outsider, what can compare with the precious materials of our people?" Le Zheng smiled contemptuously, his tone full of disdain.

"I can teach my people new farming techniques to increase food production; I can teach them new weaving methods so they can have warmer clothes; I can also..." Baona spoke eloquently, listing her advantages one by one. Every word was powerful and struck Le Zheng's heart.

Le Zheng's face was gloomy and his heart was full of struggle.

He sticks to tradition, but also longs for the tribe to become more prosperous and powerful.

The conditions proposed by Baona were indeed tempting, but he was still hesitant.

At this time, several tribal elders came over. They heard the argument between Baona and Lezheng and understood Baona's intention.

"Le Zheng, Miss Baona is right. Her new plan will be of great benefit to the tribe. We should give her a chance." An elder spoke, his words full of majesty and unquestionable.

The other elders also expressed their agreement. Seeing that the situation was hopeless, Le Zheng could only sigh helplessly and hand the key to the warehouse to Bao Na.

Baona took the key and felt a sense of accomplishment.

She knows that this is just the first step and there is still a long way to go, but she is ready to face the challenge.

She pushed open the heavy warehouse door, and the smell of stale wood hit her face. Sunlight shone through the crack in the door, illuminating the mountains of supplies.

Baona took a deep breath, her eyes gleaming with determination.

In the dead of night, the chief priest Weisheng stood in the shadow of the temple, staring at Baona's residence with a cold gaze, holding tightly in his hand a stone engraved with mysterious runes.

"Hmph, even if you get the supplies, so what? I will definitely stop you and will never let you destroy the traditions of the Pu tribe!"