I've been bullied and humiliated for thirteen years; when I wake up, I'll be bloodthirsty.

Chapter 482 Left Hand Pinching Right Hand

Before they knew it, while Xiu Niang was pondering what Lu Yangyang had said and hadn't even had time to be afraid, they had already climbed down the mountain.

Xu Lang shouted loudly, "Here! Here!"

Lu Yangyang landed on the ground and carefully put Xiu Niang down. Then her legs went weak and she almost fell over.

Startled, Xu Lang rushed over to help and quickly grabbed her, asking, "Are you alright? Are you hurt?"

Lu Yangyang cried out weakly, "I'm starving to death."

Xu Lang was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.

Xiu Niang, who was extremely nervous, also smiled and pursed her lips.

Xu Lang patted her shoulder forcefully and laughed loudly, "The master has already had it prepared, freshly steamed rice, saved for you!"

Lu Yangyang immediately perked up and grabbed Xiu Niang, and they ran off.

The mortuary at the foot of the mountain had been converted into a temporary shelter. Prefect Ling requisitioned the coffins to house the bodies of the girls and ordered people to start cooking. However, due to limited resources, there wasn't much food available. They only managed to find a few dozen bags of rice in the mortuary's warehouse, which was enough to feed them and leave some for the people on the mountain.

Lu Yangyang pulled Xiu Niang to fill two large bowls with rice, but not a single bite of the vegetables was left. Fortunately, Lu Yangyang wasn't picky and optimistically told Xiu Niang, "We'll go catch pheasants to eat tomorrow."

Xiu Niang smiled and noticed that there was lard in the earthenware jar on the table next to her. She told Lu Yangyang to wait a moment, then scooped out a spoonful of lard, mixed it into the rice, sprinkled some soy sauce on it, and handed it to Lu Yangyang, looking at her expectantly.

Lu Yangyang reached out and took it with some skepticism, scooped up a mouthful and put it in her mouth, then immediately widened her eyes in surprise: "It smells so good, Xiu Niang, you're amazing!"

Xiu Niang replied shyly, "This is how we eat in the countryside. When there are no other dishes, my mother would secretly put a spoonful of lard in my bowl and mix it with the rice, which would make it especially fragrant."

Lu Yangyang was so full she could barely lift her head. Xu Lang, who was strolling over, was shocked to see her like this: "Lu Yangyang, you've been enjoying yourself in the capital, how come you still eat like this? You weren't even full in the capital?"

Lu Yangyang had already finished a large bowl of rice and shoved the empty bowl into his hand: "Wash my bowl, I'm going to find the adults!"

He then instructed Xiu Niang, "Xiu Niang, you stay with him for now. If anything happens, just look for him. I'll be back in a bit!"

Then he ran off in a flurry.

Xu Lang looked at the spotless bowl in his hand, not a single grain of rice left: "Do I still need to wash this?"

While Prefect Ling was still busy arranging people, Lu Yangyang ran over, looked around, walked to Prefect Ling's side, and hesitantly asked, "...Where is Pei Ji?"

Prefect Ling suddenly noticed her and asked, "The girl has been brought back?"

Lu Yangyang nodded, "I let her have dinner with Xu Lang."

Prefect Ling stared at her for a while: "Are you asking about Lord Pei?"

Lu Yangyang raised her chin slightly and hummed in response, but her eyes were unconsciously glancing elsewhere.

"Young Master Pei didn't come down to the tomb with us. He went back to meet Brother Luo after I arrived. Don't you remember at all?" Prefect Ling raised an eyebrow.

Lu Yangyang's face went numb for a moment.

Careless.

I really couldn't remember.

After Prefect Ling came down, Pei Ji quietly left to go back and meet Luo Jing, and did not go down to the tomb with them at all.

Lu Yangyang's gaze drifted elsewhere again: "Where is Nalan Yunyan? Has she come down yet?"

Prefect Ling pointed to a small hut in the distance: "There it is, have someone watch it. The medicine was too strong, and it hasn't woken up yet."

Lu Yangyang: "..."

Lu Yangyang looked around hesitantly and asked, "So... what's the situation on the mountain?"

"His Highness had already transferred eight hundred men to stand by nearby, and I've transferred all the available men as well, bringing the total to over a thousand. They've all gone up the mountain. That Lord Wei on the mountain claims to have a thousand elite soldiers, but this rabble is nothing to fear. We'll definitely take them down before dawn. I've also sent men to scout the cinnabar mine. The defenses there are limited, so taking it down shouldn't be a problem," Prefect Ling replied.

Lu Yangyang slowly uttered an "Oh".

Prefect Ling chuckled and poked her forehead with his finger: "If you want to ask His Highness, just ask him directly. You little rascal, you're usually fearless, when did you become so indecisive? Hmm?"

Lu Yangyang turned her face away: "I don't want to ask!"

Let's go.

Prefect Ling quickly pulled her back: "Oh no, oh no, Miss has grown up and has some thoughts. Alright, alright, His Highness is seriously injured and still unconscious. I was worried about something going wrong, so I had someone take him to the nearest Immortal Temple. Miss Wen is there. If you are really worried, go and check on him."

When Lu Yangyang heard "seriously injured and unconscious," her heart tightened inexplicably.

But her voice betrayed her true feelings: "Qingqing is here, then everything is fine. I'm so sleepy, I'll find a place to sleep for a while."

After saying that, he turned around and walked away kicking pebbles along the way.

As she walked, she came to a tree and suddenly stopped, her brows furrowing slightly. Something felt off about her.

She seemed very angry and awkward, but why?

She wanted to see how His Highness was doing and check on him in person, but when she thought of the weight of the boulder that pressed down on her when she pulled him away in the underground palace, which almost made her spit out blood again and make her unable to stand, she couldn't even imagine how His Highness, in his current physical condition, had endured it.

Before parting, she repeatedly told him to take good care of himself and not to exert himself recklessly, otherwise the damage would be irreversible, and even if she could gather the necessary medicine in the future, it would be difficult to guarantee a complete cure.

This is inherently dangerous.

And it will hurt a lot. Lu Yangyang tried it when she gave herself acupuncture. Just one time, the pain almost made her die on the spot.

But His Highness was enduring it constantly, and the more he exerted himself, the more the pain intensified.

So how could he treat himself like that?

The more Lu Yangyang thought about it, the angrier she became. She knew it wasn't her who was in pain, and she knew he wasn't the kind of person who acted recklessly. She also knew there was no other way in that situation, but just thinking about it made her heart ache terribly.

I'm so incredibly frustrated.

Lu Yangyang crossed her arms, circled the tree a few times, and finally stopped, placing her fingers on her pulse.

So, in conclusion, she should be the one who is sick, right?

Her pulse is unstable, she's restless, and her emotions are somewhat unpredictable. This is a really big problem!

"What are you doing?" Suddenly, a voice rang out, startling Lu Yangyang so much that she jumped up.

Nalan Yunyan put her hands on her hips, looked at her with confusion, and asked, "You're pinching your right hand with your left hand, is that some kind of mysterious ritual from your Central Plains?"