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

The night was deep, and the official road was silent at midnight. The group waited anxiously, and finally, Shen Yanchu's figure appeared at the end of the road. His posture was aloof and noble, like the cold moon in the night, exuding an aura that could not be ignored.

Beside him stood a thinner, shorter man. The man was somewhat frail, but exuded an aura of resilience. Cui Yu'an and the others immediately went to greet him, their faces showing delight.

Shen Yanchu's steps were steady and powerful, his eyes clear and deep, captivating all who beheld him. The person beside him followed silently, like his shadow.

As they approached, Cui Yu'an and the others bowed to Shen Yanchu. Shen Yanchu nodded slightly, gesturing for them to rise. His gaze swept over the group, finally settling on the thin man, a hint of concern in his eyes.

"You must be tired from the journey." Shen Yanchu's voice was deep and magnetic, giving people a sense of inexplicable peace of mind.

"Thank you for your concern, Young Master Shen," the thin man said softly, his voice tinged with weariness.

Shen Yanchu frowned slightly, seemingly noticing his discomfort. He gently patted the man's shoulder and said, "Take a rest first."

Everyone nodded, crowding around Shen Yanchu and the thin man as they walked towards the camp. Bathed in moonlight, their figures gradually disappeared into the night.

Cui Yu'an sat beside Shen Yanchu, his gaze fixed on her, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes. This guy usually hates trouble the most, so why did he bring back a sickly man today? Moreover, this man has a feminine appearance and a thin body, as if a gust of wind could blow him over.

Shen Yanchu seemed to sense Cui Yu'an's gaze. He turned his head, smiled slightly at Cui Yu'an, and said, "Yu'an, I met him on the road. He was injured, so I brought him back."

Cui Yu'an frowned and said, "Do you know who he is?"

Shen Yanchu shook his head and said, "I don't know, but I felt sorry for him, so I brought him back."

Cui Yu'an sighed and said, "This isn't like you at all! But now that you've brought him back, take good care of him."

Shen Yanchu nodded and said, "I will."

Cui Yu'an walked to the sickly man's side and carefully examined him. He saw that the man's face was pale, his lips were cracked, and his eyes revealed a hint of weariness and helplessness. Cui Yu'an's heart softened, and he gently said, "Don't worry, we'll take good care of you."

The frail man raised his head, looking at Cui Yu'an with a flicker of gratitude in his eyes. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but his body was too weak to utter a sound.

Seeing this, Cui Yu'an quickly said, "Don't talk, just rest."

The sickly man nodded and closed his eyes.

Cui Yu'an turned to Shen Yanchu and said, "Go and prepare some hot water and food. I'll take care of him."

Shen Yanchu nodded and turned to get the medicine for her injuries.

Cui Yu'an sat down beside the sickly man and gently took his hand. He felt the man's hand was icy cold, and his heart tightened. He whispered, "You must get better."

The sickly man seemed to have heard Cui Yu'an's words; his fingers twitched slightly, as if in response to Cui Yu'an.

Upon seeing this, Cui Yu'an was overjoyed. He knew that the sick man was still conscious, which meant he could still be saved. He said softly, "Don't worry, we will do our best to save you."

Cui Yu'an frowned slightly, his gaze fixed on him. His behavior was so abnormal that it puzzled Cui Yu'an greatly. This guy usually disliked causing trouble and always carefully avoided conflicts with others. However, today he seemed like a different person, actively provoking that thin young master.

Cui Yu'an carefully observed the thin young man, secretly guessing his identity. Judging from his clothes and demeanor, he didn't seem to be from an ordinary family. Perhaps he had a special background or status, which was why Shen Yanchu was paying so much attention to him.

Supported by her maid, Shi Wanxia slowly stepped out of the carriage. Her face was still pale, but the fever had subsided, and her eyes revealed a hint of fatigue and worry. When she saw Shen Yanchu return unharmed, the heavy weight in her heart finally lifted, and a relieved smile appeared on her face.

However, her gaze was quickly drawn to the injured man beside Shen Yanchu. The man was covered in blood, his wounds looked very serious, his face was as pale as paper, and his eyes revealed pain and helplessness. A feeling of pity welled up in Shi Wanxia's heart, and she immediately ordered a maid to fetch some medicine to treat the man's wounds.

Shen Yanchu explained the man's identity to Shi Wanxia; he was an injured person she had encountered on the road. Seeing the severity of his injuries, Shen Yanchu decided to bring him back for treatment. He accepted her medicine and nodded his thanks.

As Miss Shi accepted the three contracts of sale, a complex mix of emotions welled up within her. She knew that from this moment on, the fates of these three maids were inextricably linked to her own.

She carefully examined the three maids before her; they all had their heads down, their eyes revealing a mixture of unease and anticipation. Shen Yanchu smiled slightly and said softly, "From today onwards, you belong to Miss Shi. She will treat you well, and she hopes you will serve her faithfully."

Miss Shi pondered for a moment, then bestowed names upon them. Pointing to the first maid, she said, "You shall be called 'Qin Xin,' hoping you will have a gentle and kind heart." Then, she said to the second maid, "You shall be called 'Shu Yun,' wishing you to be full of scholarly spirit and exceptionally intelligent." Finally, looking at the third maid, she said, "You shall be called 'Yan Qiu,' hoping you will possess a soul as beautiful as poetry and painting."

Upon hearing this, the three maids were moved to tears and knelt down to express their gratitude. Miss Shi helped them up and said, "From now on, we are family. There's no need for such formalities. I don't like people kneeling before me all the time. Remember, you are human beings, not anyone's appendage."

"Since you've followed me, let me tell you my rules. We don't need to address each other as master and servant, because there are no slaves in my hometown. So, as long as you work hard and don't betray me, I will protect you and not let anyone bully you."

"You don't need to refer to yourselves as servants, you know? From now on, you can call me sister, or you can call me by my name. By the way, my name is Shi Wanxia, ​​I am twenty-two years old, older than all of you."

The three maids stood to one side, too shocked to move or utter a word. Their eyes were fixed on the young woman, their hearts filled with doubt and astonishment.

The young woman's words left everyone present momentarily speechless. In this wealthy household, having numerous servants was commonplace, yet she uttered such unusual words.

Her eyes were clear and firm, revealing a maturity and wisdom beyond her years. Her words, though gentle, carried an undeniable power, compelling one to listen to her thoughts.

They began to whisper and discuss among themselves. Some admired the girl's words, believing she had unique insights and courage; while others dismissed her words, thinking she was just an ordinary girl from an unsophisticated family.

Shi Wanxia paid no attention to the reactions of those around her. She simply sat there quietly, continuing to explain her point of view. Her voice, like a clear mountain spring, flowed into everyone's hearts, bringing a sense of inexplicable comfort and tranquility.