A transmigrated woman ruined my whole family; I was reborn, seized a spatial ability, and had a full

The villagers noticed Su Xiangyang and gathered around him.

"Xiangyang, I've been looking for you!"

Grandpa Zhang held Su Xiangyang's hand, his face full of gratitude, and said, "If it weren't for you, our old ox would have been doomed! Without it, how could we farm the land! You've really been a great help!"

Others chimed in, "Yes, yes, Xiangyang, your skills are amazing. If any animal in the village has a headache or fever, you can cure it in no time."

Su Xiangyang scratched his head, smiled a little embarrassedly, and said, "Uncles and aunties, this is what I should do. We are all from the same village, so it's good to lend a hand whenever possible."

Uncle Su, standing not far away, saw this scene and couldn't help but curl his lip, saying with a look of disgust:

"Spending all day dealing with those beasts, you get covered in their stench, yet you still dare to gravitate towards Xiang Ming. Aren't you afraid of offending other people's eyes?"

Zhou spat quietly, "They have no ambition at all. How can they compare to Xiang Ming?"

Su Xiangming frowned slightly upon hearing his parents' words, but said nothing. He simply turned and went into the house silently.

Inside the room, candlelight flickered, casting dappled shadows on the walls in a dim, yellowish light.

The noise outside the window was like a surging tide, wave after wave, but the liveliness seemed to be blocked by an invisible barrier, unable to penetrate into the small room at all.

Su Zhen lay weakly on the bed, her face as pale as paper, without a trace of blood.

Cold sweat kept pouring from her forehead, wetting the stray hairs at her temples.

Fear and helplessness clung to her like vines.

After being frightened a few days ago, she returned home and fell ill, and has been lying in bed for three days now.

Mrs. Ma sat on the edge of the bed, her face full of worry.

She gently wiped the sweat from Su Zhen's forehead with a handkerchief, murmuring to herself, "Zhen'er, please get better soon, your mother is so worried..."

These days, Mrs. Ma is filled with worry for her daughter.

She only said that she had been kidnapped, but she didn't have time to say anything about what exactly happened to her.

Furthermore, with her illness, what will become of that noble person in the mountains?

Ma searched along the path Su Zhen had taken her into the mountains on the last time, but no matter how hard she tried, she could never reach the cave.

After several attempts, I could only helplessly stay at home, hoping my daughter would get better soon.

Su Zhen was sometimes unconscious and sometimes lucid, her consciousness constantly drifting in and out of control.

She felt as if she had fallen into a dark abyss, and memories of her past life flashed through her mind like a revolving lantern.

She saw modern skyscrapers and bustling traffic.

Wearing a T-shirt and jeans, and those worn-out sneakers, I weave through the bustling crowds, busy and busy with work.

The scene shifts, and she is back at home.

The cramped rented room was cluttered with various household items.

She sat alone on the sofa, looking at the empty room, a deep sense of loneliness welling up inside her...

Suddenly, a sharp pain struck, and Su Zhen's body involuntarily twitched.

She suddenly opened her eyes, looking at the unfamiliar surroundings, and for a moment she couldn't tell whether she was in ancient times or modern times.

"Where am I?" she murmured to herself.

However, before she could recover, her consciousness gradually blurred again, and she fell into a coma once more.

This time, she returned to her memories of her past life.

She saw herself going out with her friends, everyone laughing and chatting, their faces beaming with happiness.

At that moment, she felt a long-lost joy and warmth.

However, the scene quickly switched to a car accident.

She watched as her friends died in a car accident, their blood staining the ground...

"No! No!" Su Zhen shouted loudly while unconscious, waving her hands wildly in the air.

Madam Ma was startled by her actions and quickly grasped her hand tightly, gently comforting her, "Zhen'er, don't be afraid, Mother is here, Mother is here..."

Meanwhile, deep in the mountains, the Ninth Prince was also in dire straits.

Water droplets fell from the cave ceiling from time to time, the dripping sound particularly clear in the silent cave.

The Ninth Prince's already weak body was now even more shaky.

He had not eaten or drunk anything for two whole days. Hunger and exhaustion were his constant companions, and his consciousness was gradually becoming blurred.

The broken left leg has been unable to find a decent doctor, and its condition has worsened until now it can't even stand up.

He slumped in a corner of the cave, his face filled with exhaustion and despair.

"Am I destined to die here?"

The Ninth Prince was filled with resentment. "Why hasn't that Miss Su come these past few days? Could it be that she's doing this on purpose, trying to take this opportunity to completely subdue me? She's truly a vicious and scheming woman!"

The tabby cat that had been by his side gently rubbed against his cheek.

He raised his head in a daze, and in his confused state, he seemed to hear faint footsteps approaching the cave.

"Is it an illusion?"

He thought to himself, his body gradually sliding down uncontrollably.

Just then, a pair of hands steadily helped him up, moving very carefully, as if afraid of hurting him.

The Ninth Prince struggled to open his heavy eyelids and tried to see the face in front of him clearly.

"Deputy General Yu, you've arrived..."

His tense body relaxed instantly, and his voice was as faint as a candle flickering in the wind, as if it might be extinguished at any moment.

Deputy General Yu knelt on one knee, his face full of guilt, his voice choked with emotion: "Your subordinate arrived too late to save Your Majesty, Your subordinate truly deserves to die!"

The Ninth Prince waved his hand weakly, and with his last bit of strength, said, "It's not your fault... help me up."

With the help of Deputy General Yu, the Ninth Prince struggled to his feet and slowly moved to the stone wall of the cave.

He took the withered branch handed to him by Deputy General Yu and wrote a line of words with trembling hands.

"Let's go——"

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Deputy General Yu carefully carried the Ninth Prince on his back, and the group quickly disappeared into the woods.

If it weren't for the words on the cave wall, it would have seemed as if nothing had ever happened.

These days, Su Zhen has been bedridden and has not left the house.

Seeing Su Zhen's frail figure confined to that small hospital bed, Su Li felt a sense of relief welling up inside her.

As long as Su Zhen remains ill, she will be unable to contact the Ninth Prince, and the plot seems to have come to a standstill along with Su Zhen's illness, no longer developing in an uncontrollable direction.

But the brief sense of relief was quickly replaced by another kind of worry.

Recently, news of the Southern war has cast a shadow over the entire village, and the flames of war are spreading rapidly beyond imagination, soon reaching the docks—

That vital hub that carries the hopes of countless people and facilitates trade.

Su Li arrived at the dock with a heavy heart, and the scene before her made her heart sink.