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

Wutong felt this was a good opportunity to understand the situation, so she sat down face to face with him.

The white dog glared angrily at the two uninvited guests and barked incessantly.

Li Deming frowned upon hearing this. Wutong, fearing he might kick it, quickly scooped up the white dog, avoiding its sharp teeth, and locked it in the room.

The white dog howled and scratched at the door from inside the room. Wutong ignored it and returned to the stone table, saying, "It's a little afraid of people."

Li Deming didn't care about that. He gestured for her to sit down and said bluntly, "Don't take Shan's words to heart."

Wutong asked, "What's wrong?"

"She has a sharp tongue but a soft heart. She has a bad temper and has been depressed for the past few years because of her sister's situation. She also thought that you had taken Wutong's place, so she scolded you like that as soon as we met."

Wutong nodded knowingly: "Don't worry, I won't argue with her."

Shan treated her so well, she was too busy feeling sorry for him.

Li Deming said, "That's good."

Wutong asked curiously, "But why is Lord Li being so nice to me these days?"

In her memory, the only person Li Deming could truly be devoted to was Duan Fufeng. Could it be that this Amu has some special talent?

Li Deming said, "As long as you can make the prince happy and help him get out of the gloom of a few years ago, it's worth it for me to be good to you."

Wutong asked in confusion, "The gloom from a few years ago? What happened..."

"Don't you remember?" Li Deming squinted and said, "You've changed a lot since you came back this time."

Wutong hurriedly said, "I was hit on the head by ore in Haoshan. After I woke up, I couldn't remember some things. I only had a vague impression... Can you tell me about it? What happened to Duan Fufeng before?"

Li Deming thought for a moment, then stood up and said, "If you don't know, then forget it. In short, you must remember that only by being good to the Prince can you ensure your own well-being. If you dare to play any tricks or engage in any backstabbing and intrigue, or disrupt the order of the Prince's mansion, then don't blame me for being impolite."

Wutong said, "I won't."

Li Deming glanced at her and walked out of the courtyard.

Wutong sat on the stone bench without moving, pondering his words.

Gloomy... Did Duan Fufeng have a bad time a few years ago?

Shan previously said she was a stand-in; could it be that Amu was specially hired by Duan Fufeng to replace him...?

Wutong thought it was too crazy, rubbed her head, and when she heard the dog still barking inside, she let it out.

A white figure darted into the yard, hid behind the bushes, and stared at her menacingly.

The sycamore tree was having a headache because of this thing, so it squatted down and opened its arms to it, coaxing it softly.

"Don't be afraid of me, okay? I won't hit you... Come here, let me hug you."

The white dog remained unmoved. Wutong squatted for a while, then heard someone knocking on the door. It was someone from the kitchen who had been ordered by Li Deming to bring her food.

The meal was quite lavish, with fish and meat. Wutong picked out a large chicken leg, held it in her hand, and said, "Want some?"

A dog's sense of smell far surpasses that of a human; even from this distance, the dog could smell the aroma of the chicken leg. Its previously unwavering stance suddenly became hesitant.

Seeing that it had stopped barking at him and was licking its lips, Wutong pushed the chicken leg forward.

Come here.

The white dog was very conflicted, but in the end, its appetite overcame its reason. It rushed over, snatched the chicken leg, and squatted down at the foot of the sycamore tree to eat it heartily.

Wutong tentatively patted its head, and seeing that it didn't resist, she breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that the trouble was over.

She went back to the table and ate something, then went to the kitchen to get hot water to wash up and change into clean clothes. But instead of going to bed immediately, she sat on the bed with her knees drawn up to her chest, staring absently at the door.

The dog lay asleep beside her shoes, its belly round and full, looking content and snoring.

Wutong lay by the bed, tracing its soft white fur with her fingers.

It didn't open its eyes, but it voluntarily exposed its belly to her, asking her to scratch its itch.

As Wutong touched the door, her eyelids drooped heavily, and she drifted off to sleep until she was startled awake by a knock on the door.

"Lord Amu, the Prince is waiting for you."

A guard stood by the door and said in a low voice.

Wutong rubbed her eyes, glanced at the sky outside, and guessed it was already midnight. She tightened the collar of her outer garment and went out with the guards.

Startled, the white dog chased after her, trying to follow her, but she turned around and closed the door, keeping it inside.

As the guards led her through the garden and across the bridge, just as they were about to enter Duan Fufeng's palace, Wutong suddenly raised her hand and called out to him.

"and many more."

The guard turned around, puzzled, and saw her say with a strange expression, "Someone's here."

He immediately drew his knife and asked where the person was.

Wutong shook his head, signaling him not to act rashly. He walked to a tree, parted the dense leaves, and saw the face of the person standing behind him.

"Mountain?" Wutong asked, "What are you doing standing here?"

Shan was dressed the same as during the day, except that the area around his eyes was red and there were many blood vessels in the whites of his eyes.

She glared at Wutong resentfully and said coldly, "Don't think that just because the prince is nice to you now, he likes you. He only sees you as a substitute for Sister Wutong. He belongs to Sister Wutong, so don't try to take advantage of him!"

Wutong, who had finally calmed down, was once again moved by her words and couldn't help but raise her hand, wanting to touch the face she hadn't seen for so long.

"Mountain……"

Shan suddenly took a big step back, and at the same time, a dark shadow flashed out from her shoulder, wrapped around her arm, and hissed at Wutong.

By the moonlight, Wutong took a closer look and discovered that it was a snake with black spots and red markings, more than a foot long, baring its teeth and gleaming with a cold light.

"I'm warning you, don't touch me! Otherwise, even if the prince likes you a lot, I'll still kill you."

Wutong knew how formidable she was, and also knew that she was impulsive and might do something thoughtless under the influence of her emotions, so she really didn't dare to act rashly.

“Mountain…” She looked around, intending to send the guards away and confront her completely.

Shan spat at her, telling her not to call her name, and then turned and left with the snake.

Wutong watched her retreating figure helplessly, wanting to chase after her. A guard reminded her, "Lord Amu, the Prince is still waiting for you. He won't be able to sleep all night if you don't go."

Wutong had no choice but to give up chasing the mountain, adjust her mood, and continue to follow him to find Duan Fufeng.

Duan Fufeng stayed in the same room. Wutong didn't come very often, but each time it was a completely different experience.

A lamp was lit in the room, its dim light seeping through the crack in the door. The guard knocked three times and whispered, "Your Highness, Lord Amu has arrived."