Transmigrated into a seven-year-old child, my fate is in my own hands, not in the heavens.

Seeing Zhu Yuanzhang remain silent, Zhao Lian's heart skipped a beat, and she couldn't help but gently push him: "Your Majesty~ Your Majesty, wake up~"

With that push, Zhao Lian realized that Zhu Yuanzhang's body temperature was frighteningly low.

Zhu Yuanzhang, however, seemed not to hear her words and remained motionless.

"Your Majesty~ Your Majesty, please don't scare me, I'm a coward." Zhao Lian started to panic.

Perhaps hearing Zhao Lian's words, Zhu Yuanzhang tried to comfort him, his eyelids trembling as he struggled to lift them, but he was still unable to open them.

Zhao Lian instantly snapped back to reality. The temperature in the ice cellar was too low. Just now, she had been nestled in Zhou Yuanzhang's arms, and Zhu Yuanzhang had been silently protecting her from the cold.

Zhao Lian knew that the temperature was too low, and if it continued like this, both of them would die. They couldn't just sit and wait to die; they had to think of a way.

Even if they can't go out, at least they can buy more time so that people outside can find them.

Then a thought flashed through her mind, and she suddenly remembered that there was a pure Yang internal skill in the handwritten booklet. This pure Yang internal skill could replenish Yang energy and could dispel cold when necessary.

However, this internal energy cultivation method has a major drawback: if the other party does not know how to cooperate or cannot control it properly, it will backfire. Not only will it fail to save the person, but the practitioner may also suffer from qi deviation and damage to their heart meridian.

But there's no other way now. Even if it's dangerous, we have to try. Besides, in terms of internal strength and martial arts skills, I'm better than the Emperor.

Perhaps we could try using the Supreme Yang Internal Energy to dispel the cold; we should at least give it a try.

Zhao Lian began to circulate the Supreme Yang Internal Energy Cultivation Technique, focusing her Qi in her Dantian and then using her mind to concentrate all her internal energy in her hands.

At this moment, she felt a heat in her hands, like fire burning. Zhao Lian knew that it was the effect of the Supreme Yang Internal Energy.

Then, he placed his palms on Zhu Yuanzhang's back, and a steady stream of heat began to flow into Zhu Yuanzhang's body through his hands.

Zhu Yuanzhang suddenly felt a surge of heat coursing through his body.

Just now it was extremely cold, now it is extremely hot. The difference in body temperature is too great, and the two cannot be balanced. Zhu Yuanzhang feels extremely uncomfortable.

Meanwhile, Zhao Lian also sensed something was wrong. The true energy she had channeled into Zhu Yuanzhang was not being received by him; his body seemed to be rejecting it.

This can't go on! Sweat began to bead on Zhao Lian's forehead.

Zhao Lian's face was solemn, and she couldn't help but say loudly, "Your Majesty, quickly circulate your Qi in your dantian, use this pure Yang Qi for your own purposes, and let it merge with the true Qi in your body."

After Zhao Lian's reminder, the Emperor finally realized what was happening and began to follow Zhao Lian's instructions, successfully receiving the true energy.

After Zhao Lian's efforts, the dangerous situation between the two was finally eased. After about a quarter of an hour, Zhao Lian finally withdrew her hand, now completely exhausted.

I've done everything I could, and now all I can do is try my best and leave the rest to fate.

They had no idea how much time had passed or what time it was; they just felt like each day was an eternity.

"How are you? Are you alright?" Seeing that Zhao Lian was almost exhausted, Zhu Yuanzhang quickly helped her up and held her in his arms.

Zhao Lian gave a self-deprecating laugh, a weak laugh: "Your Majesty, we've got a deal. I don't owe you anything now, so don't try to take advantage of me again. But you still have to give me that shop."

Zhu Yuanzhang chuckled, surprised that even at this point, she still remembered this matter.

"Alright, alright, you don't owe me anything, I owe you. The shop has been ready for a while now, don't worry. You saved my life, so I have to repay you with my body!"

Zhao Lian punched him lightly and glared at him: "You're so irresponsible! Even at a time like this, you're still trying to take advantage of me!"

I didn't expect Zhao Lian to be so strong.

"Ouch~"

Zhu Yuanzhang cried out in pain, rubbing his chest: "You want to murder your husband?!"

"Bah~"

Zhao Lian blushed and spat at him: "Shameless!"

She preferred him to the aloof emperor, and only at this moment could they briefly set aside their identities.

Thinking that they might never have another chance to get out, the two fell silent, with only the pounding of their hearts audible.

Zhu Yuanzhang held Zhaolian tightly. His hands were numb by now, so he shifted to a more comfortable position. An ambiguous atmosphere filled the air, and silence spoke louder than words.

Zhao Lian blushed and was about to speak when a voice called out from above, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, where are you?"

Although the voice wasn't loud, they both heard it clearly; it was Song Wenjie's voice.

Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes lit up: "It's Wenjie!" Hearing Song Wenjie's voice, the two saw a glimmer of hope!

That's right, it really was Song Wenjie's voice outside.

When he heard that Zhao Lian and Zhu Yuanzhang had gone missing at Wufeng Mountain, he rushed over without stopping.

Although he was also worried about Zhaolian and didn't know where she had gone, he was a subject, and now that the emperor was missing, he had to find the emperor first, so he could only put Zhaolian aside for the time being.

Having ascertained where An Ye last met the Emperor, Song Wenjie narrowed down the search area, initially defining a general search zone.

At this moment, An Ye couldn't help but regret: "Lord Song, why didn't we think of narrowing down the scope?"

They were so busy searching the mountain that they assumed the emperor had gone somewhere else, and they never considered that he might disappear within this area.

Song Wenjie's lips twitched: "They say concern leads to confusion, and you just didn't think of that for a moment. Besides, I'm just speculating."

"Without further ado, everyone search carefully, and be sure to watch your step, and check for any caves or traps."

Based on An Ye's description, Song Wenjie deduced that the Emperor hadn't gone far. He then focused everyone's attention on their feet, splitting up to encircle the area from the outside in, searching one by one.

Time passed by, and the sky began to darken. As the encirclement area narrowed, the Emperor was still nowhere to be found, and Song Wenjie grew increasingly anxious.

Wufeng Mountain is teeming with poisonous insects and wild beasts. If it gets dark, who knows if there will be wolves, or where Zhaolian and the Emperor have gone!

Song Wenjie walked to the edge of a dense thicket of grass and suddenly felt a strange sensation. A chill rushed towards him, a cold and refreshing feeling.

This caught Song Wenjie's attention. It was already April, and although it wasn't very hot, it wasn't cold either. So where did this chill come from?

Looking at the dense grass in front of him, which seemed a bit messy, Song Wenjie immediately noticed it. He picked up a wooden stick and began to clear the grass away.

Upon closer inspection, a clue was indeed discovered: a hole several tens of centimeters wide was revealed.

The chill emanated from this cave entrance.

Looking at the dark cave entrance, Song Wenjie's heart pounded. He quickly shouted, "Everyone, stop looking! Look, there's a cave entrance. If I'm not mistaken, the Emperor is down there!" This discovery immediately excited everyone.