Even women who travel through time can become prime ministers and nobles.

Inside the cave, Shi Wanxia and Shen Yanchu sat around a campfire, the flames leaping and illuminating their faces. Shi Wanxia skillfully placed dried meat on the fire to roast.

She turned the meat over from time to time to ensure it heated evenly. Shen Yanchu sat quietly to the side, watching Shi Wanxia's movements with a hint of appreciation in his eyes.

“You’re very smart; you know how to survive in the wild,” Shen Yanchu said, breaking the silence.

Shi Wanxia smiled slightly, "These are just some basic survival skills. In the wild, we must learn to use the resources around us to survive."

Shen Yanchu nodded. "You're right. But not everyone is as smart and brave as you."

Shi Wanxia looked up and met Shen Yanchu's eyes. "Everyone has their own strengths and weaknesses. We just need to make the most of our strengths and overcome our weaknesses to survive in any environment."

Shen Yanchu gave Shi Wanxia a deep look. "What you said makes a lot of sense. I admire your intelligence and courage."

A blush crept onto Shi Wanxia's face. "Thank you for your compliment. Actually, I also admire your wisdom and courage."

They smiled at each other, a warm feeling welling up inside them. In this unfamiliar cave, they relied on each other, facing the unknown challenges together.

Shen Yanchu and Shi Wanxia spent almost an afternoon carefully processing more than 50 jin of roe deer meat into nearly 10 jin of jerky.

A hint of fatigue appeared on his face, but more so a sense of satisfaction and accomplishment. Shi Wanxia's face was flushed from the heat, and Shen Yanchu chuckled softly. She rolled her eyes at him, got up, and washed her face with water to cool it down.

He hesitated for a moment, then slowly said, "Let's pack our things tomorrow." His voice carried a hint of anticipation, as if he were waiting for the other party's response.

Sunlight streamed into the cave, bathing him in its glow and illuminating the jerky in his hands. The jerky looked enticingly red and emitted a rich aroma. Looking at it, Shen Yanchu felt a surge of pride. He knew this jerky would become an important food reserve for their future journey.

Shi Wanxia nodded, pondered for a moment, and looked at her belongings in the cave. The style and material of her backpack were too out of place. She wanted to throw it away before leaving the forest, but she couldn't bear to part with it. She hesitated for a long time and wanted to ask him for his ideas.

"Brother Shen, the material of my backpack is different from the bundles here. If I go out openly like this, I'm afraid people will think I'm a spy or an oddball. After all, you've never heard of China, right?"

Shen Yanchu turned around and looked at her, his eyes as deep as a cold pool. He glanced at the girl and solemnly instructed her, "Miss Shi, do not mention where you came from to anyone except me. As for the items you brought, do not easily show them to others. As for the backpack, don't worry, I have a cloak. You can cover the backpack with the cloak after you leave the mountains, or you can buy a piece of cloth at the market and wrap it in it."

Upon hearing this, Shi Wanxia's eyes lit up and immediately filled with laughter, curving into beautiful crescents. "That's right, just cover it up. How come I didn't think of such a simple method?"

The moonlight, like water, bathed the entire forest. Shi Wanxia pulled Shen Yanchu's hand and led him to a more open area near the cave entrance. Her eyes were brimming with affection as she stared at Shen Yanchu. Who told him to keep talking and insisting she learn the local etiquette? He even wanted to ask the headmistress to teach her proper manners and etiquette. She wasn't going to learn any of that!

If she were to actually learn to be like an ancient woman, she'd rather kill herself; she couldn't learn it, not even for a minute. To distract herself, she pestered him to demonstrate his swordsmanship. A sword dance under the moon—what a perfect match! She couldn't even imagine how exquisite it would be. Under the moonlight, Shen Yanchu's figure appeared exceptionally tall and slender, a long sword gleaming with a cool, clear light in his hand.

Shi Wanxia stood quietly to the side, watching Shen Yanchu practice his swordplay. His movements were fluid and elegant, each move full of power and beauty.

The moonlight shone on his face, highlighting his resolute features. His eyes revealed a focus and determination, as if the whole world consisted only of him and his sword.

Shi Wanxia was deeply attracted by Shen Yanchu's figure, and a strange feeling of emotion welled up in her heart. She remembered the time they had spent together, and those beautiful memories, like moonlight, filled her heart.

She knew that no matter what difficulties and challenges she might encounter in the future, she had already overcome this hellish start to wilderness survival, so what was there to be afraid of?

Shen Yanchu's sword dance grew faster and faster, his figure flashing like lightning in the moonlight. Shi Wanxia couldn't help but applaud and cheer for him, her voice echoing through the silent forest. Hearing her applause, Shen Yanchu stopped, turned around, and smiled at her.

"You're welcome, your sword dance is truly beautiful," Shi Wanxia said.

Shen Yanchu walked to Shi Wanxia's side, gracefully twirled his sword, and sheathed it. The two sat on a rock at the cave entrance, gazing at the starry sky, chatting idly. Shi Wanxia did most of the talking, while Shen Yanchu occasionally chimed in with a couple of words of response.

Shen Yanchu sat quietly on the rock, never having done anything so outrageous since he had been taught manners since childhood. He gazed up at the night sky. The soft moonlight bathed him, as if draping him in a silver veil. The stars twinkled, like jewels set in the black sky, dazzling and radiant.

He recalled the days when he learned martial arts from his master. Back then, he was still an ignorant boy, full of curiosity and longing for martial arts. His master was a strict yet kind person who always patiently taught Shen Yanchu, letting him start learning from the most basic moves.

Shen Yanchu remembers his master once telling him, "Martial arts is not just a skill, but also a spirit. Only through continuous practice can one achieve the unity of body and mind." Under his master's guidance, Shen Yanchu practiced diligently and continuously improved his martial arts skills.

Those days were tough, but they were the happiest time of his life. He lived, studied, and grew together with his master. His master not only taught him martial arts but also the principles of being a good person.

Now, I don't know what happened to my master. I'm deep in the mountains and can't contact him. My master and senior brothers had advised me to be wary of those around me, which is why I let my most trusted subordinate betray me, poison me, and reveal my whereabouts.

It was all my own arrogance and complacency, my gullibility in trusting others. I never wanted that position, and they never trusted me either. My closest confidants were less important than this girl I met by chance.

Shi Wanxia sat quietly beside him, her gaze fixed on his slightly gloomy face. His brows were furrowed slightly, and his eyes revealed a hint of melancholy and contemplation, as if he were recalling something unpleasant.

Shi Wanxia secretly guessed that he was probably thinking about his murder. That incident was undoubtedly a huge blow to him. To be secretly poisoned, disfigured, and have his martial arts crippled—how could someone as proud as him accept that?

She sighed softly, wanting to comfort him, but unsure what to say. She knew that words were often inadequate to express such pain. She could only silently stay by his side, offering him warmth and support.