Traveling through an ancient military camp: Bao'er's survival song

"So, this Li Baobao really has no relation to my father? How can there be such a striking resemblance in this world?"

"Yes, Miss. The five members of the Li family have always stayed in Menglian Mountain. Although Li Baobao's parents returned to Menglian Mountain when he was sixteen, that doesn't match Li Baobao's age."

"Could it be..." Wu Suining, lying in bed, was still doubtful, but Liu Guang interrupted her: "Miss, think about it. Even if you don't believe Li Baobao's identity, don't you believe Master? Stop thinking about this. It'll only upset you. Just relax and get some rest." As Liu Guang spoke, she tucked the blanket around Wu Suining. It was almost midwinter, and the room was still cold. She couldn't let her young lady catch a cold.

After careful consideration, Wu Suining realized he was indeed worrying unnecessarily. As far as he knew, his father rarely left Beijing in recent years, and when he did, it was always for official business. He had never traveled in the direction of Menglian Mountain. If Li Baobao really was his father's illegitimate son, his father couldn't possibly have gone so many years without visiting him. So, while marveling at the wonders of the world, Wu Suining drifted off to sleep soundly.

At this moment, "Ice River," which had been soaking in the icy river, finally stopped being scorched by the fiery heat. It shivered as it climbed ashore, used its internal energy to dry its wet clothes, and, listening to its rumbling stomach that hadn't eaten for a day and a night, gritted its teeth and walked back under the moonlight.

Back at General Guide's residence, Peng Zizheng hastily ate something, then went to Zheng Xi's door and pounded on it. A sleepy-eyed Zheng Xi, still wearing his coat, opened the door and saw his general, who had been missing for two days, his face dark with rage, gritting his teeth as he said, "I've been fucking messed with!"

Zheng Xi hurriedly ushered Peng Zizheng into the house. After closing the door and sitting down near him, Zheng Xi could smell the fishy smell emanating from General Peng, and his clothes were covered with dried stains.

Peng Zizheng omitted the story of his "disappearance of his manhood" and instead told Zheng Xi about being inexplicably captured and taken to a cave by several thieves. Zheng Xi immediately jumped up and down: "Who are these scoundrels? I'll gather my troops right now and wipe out all the bandits around here!"

Peng Zizheng raised his hand to stop Zheng Xi, and said with a gloomy face, "My waist token is missing. I'm afraid they already know my identity. Their so-called 'good identity as a bandit' might just be a deliberate attempt to mislead me. Tomorrow, you should send someone to find out the identities, origins, and modus operandi of the bandits around here before we take any action."

So the two discussed it in detail again, and when Peng Zizheng was about to leave, Zheng Xi couldn't help but ask, "General, where is Bao Bao? What exactly happened that Eighth Prince made such a scene before?"

Peng Zizheng's expression darkened further. He looked at Zheng Xi, hesitated several times before saying, "I feel guilty towards that kid. Treat him well when he comes back." With that, he walked away.

Peng Zizheng's words finally made Zheng Xi worry about his little apprentice. He tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep.

Meanwhile, Li Bao'er, who was recuperating at the Eighth Prince's private residence, didn't even think to let her master know she was safe. If Zheng Xi did have some genuine master-disciple affection for her, her feelings for him were more about currying favor. Besides, she didn't even want to think about the Guide General's Mansion, let alone send someone there to deliver a message!