A Farm Girl: Three Acres of Fertile Land Can Be Exchanged for a Country

Wutong Yaoyao glanced away and saw the half-red sky. She pointed in that direction and asked, "Can I go and take a look?"

She had inquired about it privately; the place was called Haoshan, and it was right next to Phoenix City, less than ten miles away.

Mount Hao is ablaze with fire all day long, and it is the most important place in the entire Great Western Dynasty. The emperor has dispatched a large number of troops to guard it. Ordinary people would be shot dead by soldiers if they even approached it, let alone entered it.

She had also stood by the window and looked in that direction. After entering Phoenix, the red light no longer occupied only a corner of the sky, but filled almost half of the sky, even more magnificent than the sunset.

The intense red light, combined with the enormous phoenix statue in the city, made Phoenix City seem as if it were shrouded in flames, filled with a sense of tragedy, as if it could perish in the flames at any moment.

Nanxing was willing to pluck stars and the moon for her, and even if the two of them were trapped in a cave with nothing to eat, he would be willing to cut off his own flesh.

I just don't want to take her to Haoshan.

Upon hearing Wutong's words, his gentle face turned cold. He shoved the plate back into the guard's hands, wiped his hands with a cloth, and said indifferently, "I don't have time today."

"Then going tomorrow is fine too." Wutong was unwilling to miss this opportunity.

Nanxing said, "It's very hot there."

"I can wear thinner clothes."

"Are you not feeling well today? You shouldn't watch the variety show. You should go home early."

Wutong realized he was trying to get rid of her, so she grabbed his arm and said, "No, I'm fine."

Nanxing turned to look at her, his pupils illuminated by the red light from the sky, as if burning with flames, but his gaze was extremely cold.

He pursed his lips, withdrew his hand, and said expressionlessly:

"Wutong, there are some things in this world that you don't need to concern yourself with. Just live your own life well, okay?"

He had never called her that; in his memory, he had always been the little brat who followed her around.

So many years have passed, and the brat has become the majestic emperor before us, noble and not to be underestimated.

Wutong forced a smile and said, "I understand."

Nanxing hummed in agreement and turned his face to watch the acrobatics. The performers, who usually made him feel relaxed, were now irritating to him, and the more he looked, the more annoyed he became.

Just as he was about to order someone to send them away, a guard came up behind him, bowed, and said, "Your Majesty, Lord Adan has arrived and is waiting for you in the main hall."

Upon hearing this, Nanxing was in high spirits and stood up to ask Wutong, "How about coming with me to see your old friends?"

Wutong was surprised when she heard the name Adan, and suspected that it was the Adan from Dongqi.

Hearing Nanxing say this, her guess was obviously correct, so she left the stage with him and went to the main hall.

As soon as she entered the palace, she saw two people sitting on chairs with their backs to them. The tall, curly-haired one was definitely Adan, but as for the slender figure next to him... she felt he looked familiar, and after looking closely several times, she still couldn't be sure.

Nanxing walked straight up to them without looking to either side.

"You guys were pretty quick this time."

When Adan saw him, he quickly stood up, and the person next to him also stood up, bowing his head deeply.

"Your Majesty, we set off as soon as we received the news. Is what you said in your letter true? Could it really be...?"

Nanxing was too lazy to answer and pulled Wutong in front of him.

Adan's voice trailed off. He stared blankly for a long while before excitedly exclaiming, "Your Majesty! You've really returned!"

Wutong touched his nose in front of Nanxing, who was wearing a dragon robe and a golden crown, and said, "I am no longer the King of Dongqi. There is no need to call me that."

Adan realized he had lost his composure and quickly shut his mouth, casting an apologetic look at Nanxing.

Nanxing didn't care. The wutong tree was his wutong tree; would he try to seize power? It didn't matter how he was addressed.

He asked everyone to sit down, and Wutong naturally sat down next to him.

The woman in the flowing sleeves next to Adan kept her head down and didn't talk to them.

Wutong temporarily suppressed her doubts and talked with Adan, learning that he was now in charge of Dongqi affairs. Bashar was in the same position, but he was sent abroad this time, so he didn't have the chance to receive Nanxing's letter.

Seeing that they were all alive, Wutong felt much better. After chatting for a while, she asked, "By the way, who is this person next to you...?"

Adan hurriedly introduced, "This is my wife. I saw her on the way back to Dongqi. Her family was destroyed, and she was kidnapped by bandits to work. Luckily, I saw her and rescued her. I felt sorry for her, so I took her in as my maid. I didn't expect her to be so clever and quick-witted, very good at serving people, and took such good care of me. She's also very beautiful. I thought I should have someone by my side after living for so many years, so I married her."

"I see." Wutong stared at the man's dark hair and said, "I wonder what his name is. Look up and see."

The person seemed shy and refused to lift their head.

Adan said, "Quickly, this is the big... this is an order."

The man bit his lip and struggled to lift his head.

A beautiful face, as lovely as a flower, was revealed to the three of them.

She wore makeup, obscuring her natural complexion. The way she lifted her eyelids revealed endless guilt and vulnerability.

Wutong didn't know whether to laugh or hate. Finally, she picked up her teacup, took a sip, and said calmly, "What a coincidence, we meet again."

Ruolan gave a bitter smile and remained silent.

Nanxing silently observed the two of them, a playful smile on his face.

Only Adan was surprised, "Do you two know each other?"

Ruolan, fearing that Wutong would reveal all the past events, preemptively introduced, "She and I are sisters."

Adan was so shocked that his jaw almost dropped to the ground.

"My wife is your own sister... Good heavens, we've been married for so many years, how come I didn't know..."

Ruolan lowered her eyes and said softly, "You didn't ask me either..."

She glanced at the sycamore tree, her voice carrying a barely perceptible plea, "We've been separated for so many years, you thought you'd never see each other again, right?"

Wutong could tell that she was trying to play the emotional card again, but people get tired eventually, and she had long since become numb to Ruolan.

Strangely, Adan didn't recognize Ruolan and mistakenly became her husband. Ruolan was once Duan Yanxi's favorite concubine.

However, upon reflection, she could understand. There were no cameras or newspapers then, and Ruolan's time as a concubine was short, so no portraits circulated. After capturing Chuanzhou City, she quickly fled, while Adan, leading his soldiers in the charge, simply missed her.

Ruolan knows how to understand men's minds, which is why she has been able to climb the ranks time and time again; that's quite a skill.

Adan suddenly realized, "So that's how it is... This world is truly vast and unpredictable. It's such a coincidence that we've become family."

Wutong smiled and nodded, occasionally glancing at Ruolan, everything understood without words.

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