While eating breakfast, Shen Jianxi's peripheral vision caught sight of a bag of snacks placed in the corner by the door, reminding her of something she had forgotten.
She had originally planned to visit Shael last night and fulfill her promise, but unexpectedly…
Alas, she was guilty; she was lost in the allure of beauty.
After silently scolding herself for a second, Shen Jianxi then contentedly continued to enjoy the lovingly prepared breakfast by Feng Chuyao.
Only after finishing completely did she silently recite in her heart: Go to the primitive world.
...
Qin Lang leaned weakly against the head of his bed, picked up the bowl, and drank the medicine in one gulp, listening to his subordinate's report.
Number Three: "The remnants of the royal family have all been eliminated. For the soldiers and generals willing to surrender, I have ordered them to be settled in the west district and arranged for surveillance. However..."
Qin Lang put down the medicine bowl and coughed a few times, "Speak."
Upon receiving his permission, Number Three continued, "...However, the one who fell off the cliff with the general... Your Majesty, has not been found yet."
As the closest personal guard to Qin Lang, Number Three and the others had long known that Shen Jianxi was just a woman who looked exactly like their Emperor.
Allegedly... she had a connection to the current Emperor.
Of course, these were their private speculations. Otherwise, how could two unrelated people look so alike?
It was just that they didn't know what her relationship was with their General.
Thinking this, Number Three secretly glanced up at the man above.
Despite being severely injured, Qin Lang showed no signs of weakness and still exuded a powerful aura. However, at this moment, he was staring blankly at a certain spot, making him seem more approachable.
Number Three lowered his head again, not daring to look further.
After a long while, he heard the man's faint voice from above, "Understood, you may go."
Number Three withdrew as ordered, his eyes cast down towards the ground. He wondered if it was his imagination, but as the door to the room closed, he thought he heard a very faint sigh.
It was fleeting, as quick as an illusion.
...
This world was no different from her last visit. However, this time she had landed much closer to the beastmen's tribe, with the native dwellings and campfires appearing intermittently.
Having entered in the forest several times, Shen Jianxi felt that this world had no other place besides the forest.
Because she arrived around noon, it was already evening in this world.
The primitive forest at night appeared exceptionally terrifying. The tall trees were like monsters, staring down at you from above, and the howling sound they made when the wind blew sent shivers down one's spine.
Shen Jianxi rubbed her arms and walked towards the direction of the light.
Based on her previous few crossings, she guessed that her landing spots were usually relatively close to Shael or Qin Lang, possibly even within her vicinity.
Thinking this, she walked and observed carefully, not sparing even the tree branches.
As she walked slowly, the light of the fire grew closer.
As if to confirm her guess, Shen Jianxi's eyes suddenly lit up. A group of neatly arranged stone houses appeared before her.
The houses were arranged in a circle, with stones piled up around them, forming a tribe.
Shen Jianxi walked closer, and everything in front of her became clearer.
Upon closer inspection, she noticed that a small raccoon was painted on a large stone at the entrance.
Shen Jianxi speculated that this kind of painting might represent a clan.
The beastmen of the night, after a day's labor, had eaten their fill and were now dancing around a bonfire in the central open space. The sounds of laughter and merriment carried from afar.
Shen Jianxi's eyes lit up as she looked at the small raccoons on the ground, her palms itching.
Her steps suddenly quickened, and just as she was about to step into the tribe's gate, two small raccoons suddenly descended from the sky.
"Halt! Who are you!"
Two small raccoons, indistinguishable from the outside, blocked her way on her left and right, baring their teeth at her with a long staff sharpened with stones.
Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!!
Ah Wei is dead!!!!
Shen Jianxi shrieked inwardly.
God knows how she managed to control herself from reaching out!
She clenched her right fist and placed it by her lips, letting out a light cough to suppress the scream that was about to escape her throat and the twitching corners of her mouth. When she spoke again, her voice was slightly hoarser, "Good boy, I am Shael's good friend. I've come to bring him something."
Hearing her words, the two small raccoons exchanged glances. After a brief whispered conversation, the one on the left lowered its stone staff, cast an arrogant glance at her, and said, "You wait here."
With that, it turned and walked into the tribe. The remaining small raccoon shifted its position from the right to the center, holding its staff and vigilantly staring at her.
Shen Jianxi did not feel offended by this threatening posture at all. On the contrary, she slowly squatted down, making eye contact with the small raccoon, and said coaxingly, "Good boy, let big sister pet you, and big sister will give you something delicious. How about it?"
"Hmph!" The small raccoon jumped back a step, its staff scraping harshly against the ground. Its gaze towards her became even more hostile, "Stay away from me, you suspicious female!"
Shen Jianxi silently stood up. It wasn't that she had given up the idea of petting the small raccoon, but rather that she saw Shael approaching.
Feeling the weight of the shopping bag, she mused: These... should be enough to exchange for a touch of his true form, right?