They were in charge of being beautiful, and she was in charge of taking the hits.

He stared at her, and Wu Ziyan couldn't stand it any longer and asked, "You're a man, staring at a woman like that, isn't that unbecoming of a man?"

"When have you ever seen me adhere to male virtues? In fact, with a little dressing up, you would think I'm a handsome woman."

Changsun Boyu's personality is actually to Wu Ziyan's liking, which makes her feel more like a modern person, or rather, she should thank the system for giving her a normal person.

Wu Ziyan stopped arguing. Finally, in the afternoon, dark clouds gathered, and it looked like a heavy rain was coming. Changsun Boyou looked at the sky and said he would go get an umbrella. Wu Ziyan agreed on the surface, but actually took the opportunity to slip away after seeing him enter the tent.

But she was no match for Changsun Boyu, whose legs were much longer than hers, making it easy for him to catch up with her. Helpless, the two could only walk together again.

"Why did you insist on coming along? Do you know how dangerous it is!" Wu Ziyan was somewhat angry. [If I die, maybe I can start over, but what will I do if you die!]

"You actually knew it was dangerous, yet you still insisted on acting alone. What will happen to us men if you die? You'll all be taken by those who have been eyeing your life for so long! Not to mention, are you really willing to give up those two beauties, Chu Qiu and Yu Xiu?"

"You, I'm also reluctant to part with you." Wu Ziyan was telling the truth.

Changsun Boyu saw that Wu Ziyan's eyes were full of sincerity, not at all like she was just being polite. From beginning to end, she had no prejudice against him, and even when they first met, she praised him.

"You, a woman, shouldn't say such things to men so casually. Luckily it was me; if it were either of them, they might have taken it seriously."

When he said this, he still felt a little inferior. Although he appeared so cheerful, he had endured so many years of ridicule and sarcasm from outsiders, which inevitably made him more defensive.

The rain was slow to fall, which made me uneasy. In the distance, I saw a thin man pacing back and forth by the river. His hair was down. He wasn't exactly handsome, but he was at least someone I would remember.

Changsun Boyu seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, then nudged Wu Ziyan with his elbow: "Look, she really is a social butterfly."

Wu Ziyan stopped him, shook her head, looked at Changsun Boyou, and said, "Look, he's restless and anxious. He doesn't seem like the shy and excited person waiting for their sweetheart at all."

After he said that, Changsun Boyu looked at his expression carefully again, and sure enough, he was frowning and very anxious.

They walked towards the man, and Wu Ziyan asked, "Did you call me here? What's the matter?"

The man's eyes were complicated. He kept blinking at her, his brows furrowed. Finally, after a long internal struggle, he shouted, "Go!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a thunderclap boomed in the sky, followed by a downpour of large raindrops. Before Changsun Boyou could even see clearly, the man had already slowly collapsed.

Then blood slowly flowed out, mixed with muddy water. He had been shot in the chest with an arrow. Immediately afterward, with a whooshing sound, arrows flew towards them. Wu Ziyan watched as the arrows gradually enlarged in her pupils. There was nowhere to hide on this flat ground.

It was truly a matter of life and death. Without thinking, she grabbed Changsun Boyu and jumped into the river. The arrow grazed her arm, but fortunately, her clothes were thick and spacious enough to only tear a small hole, and the arrow got stuck in her clothes.

The water was very high, and they instinctively held their breath as they were swept downstream by the swift current. The men ran out from the shadows and watched them fall into the water, even throwing a few more arrows into it. After a long while, seeing no further movement, they stopped attacking.

"If he falls into the water, he probably won't survive!" one person said to the grain official.

"Send someone downstream to check. We need to find them alive or dead."

The group split up, and Wu Ziyan and Changsun Boyou were already in a daze after choking on water. However, Wu Ziyan suddenly regained consciousness after choking on water, grabbed a piece of floating wood with one hand and tightly held Changsun Boyou's hand with the other, then placed his hand on the wood.

But he had lost consciousness and couldn't hold onto the wood at all. She struggled to keep her head above water, and now she had only one thought: she and Changsun Boyou couldn't die.

Downstream, there was a slow-moving riverbed. Wu Ziyan's limbs ached from the water and his head was spinning, but he still desperately dragged the unconscious Changsun Boyou to the water plants on the bank and slapped his face hard: "Boyou! Changsun Boyou! Wake up!"

There was no reaction. Judging from his complexion, he must have choked on some water. Wu Ziyan pressed on his chest repeatedly. Muddy water dripped from the corner of Changsun Boyu's mouth, but he still didn't wake up. In this emergency, they could only use artificial respiration.

She even had to mentally prepare herself first, and kept repeating to herself, "I'm not trying to take advantage of you, I'm trying to save your life, even though you are indeed quite handsome."

After Wu Ziyan finished speaking, he lowered his head and roughly tied his wet hair behind his head.

Just as they drew closer and their lips were about to touch, Changsun Boyou coughed violently, spitting dirty water all over Wu Ziyan's face. Wu Ziyan wiped his face, not caring about the dirt, all he could think about was worry: "Boyou! Are you alright!"

"How could Miss take advantage of me while I was unconscious and be so disrespectful to me? How am I supposed to get married in the future?" Changsun Boyu coughed weakly as he joked with Wu Ziyan.

Wu Ziyan frowned and said seriously, "You still have the mood to joke? If it weren't for me, you would be dead."