Yue Qinchun watched the man walking toward her and immediately lowered her head, her heart pounding “thump, thump” rapidly.

Jian Yi came to her side, reached out and took her fish, looking at it carefully.

“That’ll do.” He said coldly, stuffing the branch with the fish skewered on it back into Yue Qinchun’s hands, then turned and walked back.

Feng Jiu’er watched this man who had not the slightest idea how to cherish a woman’s feelings, and shook her head helplessly.

Little Qinchun’s path to winning a husband wasn’t going to be easy!

After eating their fill, everyone took turns washing up at the stream, then returned to their respective tents.

Three men shared one tent, three women shared another.

After three bumpy days of travel, Feng Jiu’er and Qiao Mu fell asleep quickly.

Yue Qinchun lay staring blankly at the top of the tent. Time passed bit by bit, but she had no trace of sleepiness.

After some unknown amount of time, she threw on a cloak, stood up, and walked outside.

Moonlight scattered across the stream, the water’s surface shimmering with ripples of light.

Everything was quiet and beautiful.

Yue Qinchun stood by the stream for a while, her gaze drifting to the foot of the mountain not far away.

Over there was a fairly large pool.

Today’s fish had been caught by her and Jian Yi together.

In truth, the one who had done most of the fishing today was Yang Sheng, but in Yue Qinchun’s eyes, it seemed she had only seen Jian Yi.

She looked at the small pool for a while, recalling the pleasant scene from earlier that day, and her legs unconsciously carried her in that direction.

“Boss, a girl’s coming over here, she’s really pretty!”

Behind some rocks not far from the pool, several men were hiding.

“Let me see, she really is coming, and she’s a pretty one too.” The man called Boss poked his head out.

“Pretty girl, take her back as a wife. Pretty girl, take her back as a wife.” Another bandit, looking at Yue Qinchun, kept wiping his mouth.

“The beauty belongs to the boss, you don’t get a share!” An especially tall bandit glared at the one wiping his drool.

“What’s this little beauty doing, delivering herself right to our door?” Boss looked at Yue Qinchun, a gleam in his eyes.

“Tsk tsk… such a pretty girl, I must take her back.”

“Yes, Boss.”

“Don’t worry, Boss! We’ll definitely bring the girl back for you as a wife.”

Yue Qinchun had only meant to take a walk, never expecting bandits to be lurking nearby.

She came to the edge of the pool, stood for a moment, then sat down with her back to a large boulder.

The feeling of liking someone was so strange—knowing full well he had no place for her in his heart, she had still followed him here.

As long as she could see him, her heart felt at ease.

Yue Qinchun’s mood was quite good in that moment, having at least forgotten her troubles, with only pleasant memories left in her mind.

Then, unexpectedly, a strange fragrance drifted over.

Yue Qinchun sensed something was wrong and immediately held her breath. It was only then that she realized someone seemed to be behind her.

Unfortunately, it was already too late.

The moment she stood up, her body swayed, and she was seized by the person behind her.

The one holding her was very tall. With one arm he wrapped around her body, while his other hand pressed a cloth laced with drugging powder over Yue Qinchun’s face.

Yue Qinchun only struggled briefly before passing out.

She might have been able to hold on a little longer, but when the fragrance had first drifted over, she had already inhaled quite a bit of it.

Knowing that, drugged as she was, she was no match for the man behind her, she could only pretend to have fainted right away, at least to inhale less of the drug from the cloth.

“Good, she’s out, she’s completely out.” A foolish-looking bandit said.

The tallest bandit, the one restraining Yue Qinchun, seeing this, tossed the drugged cloth aside.

He glanced back at his boss, then hoisted Yue Qinchun over his shoulder.

Several bandits, having gotten what they wanted, ran off together deeper into the forest.

Feng Jiu’er, who had been asleep, turned over and opened her eyes, only to discover that Yue Qinchun was not in her spot. She immediately sat up.

The tent wasn’t large to begin with—one glance and it was clear: someone was missing.

Feng Jiu’er pulled on her boots and strode outside.

“Qinchun.”

“Qinchun.”

Feng Jiu’er’s calls could be heard by Jian Yi even in his dreams.

The moment she called out the first time, Jian Yi in the other tent had already woken up.

“Jiu’er, what’s wrong?” Jian Yi lifted the tent flap and stepped out.

Feng Jiu’er turned, walking back several steps. “Have you seen Qinchun?”

Jian Yi shook his head.

“This is bad.” Feng Jiu’er dropped that one line and turned, continuing forward.

When Jian Yi turned back, Feng Jiang and Qiao Mu came out from different tents.

“Jian Yi, what’s wrong with Jiu’er?” Qiao Mu held the tent flap.

Feng Jiang glanced back, then strode over and pulled Qiao Mu into his arms.

This girl—every time she slept she was so restless, her clothes had come loose and she didn’t even notice.

Feng Jiang held Qiao Mu and let out a soft sigh—fortunately, Jian Yi probably hadn’t seen.

“Jiu’er says Qinchun is missing.” Jian Yi said, dropping the line as he turned back.

He only knew that Feng Jiu’er was dressed thinly and hadn’t paid much attention to the two embracing each other.

“Miss Yue is missing?” Yang Sheng came out, throwing on his clothes.

Jian Yi didn’t even respond, directly lifting the tent flap that had just fallen and walking inside.

Qiao Mu, who had still looked half-asleep a moment ago, suddenly found herself pulled into a man’s arms and instantly became alert.

“What are you doing?” When she looked up, her nose even brushed against the man’s chin.

Feng Jiang said nothing, holding her as he walked into the tent.

Just as Qiao Mu was about to swing at him, Feng Jiang let go of her, turned back, and pulled the tent flap shut properly.

“Your clothes aren’t fastened, be more careful when you go out from now on.” The moment he turned back, he lowered his eyes and tied the strings of Qiao Mu’s robe.

This left Qiao Mu’s raised hand with nowhere to land.

He didn’t seem to have any intention of taking advantage of her either—without touching her, he had fastened her clothes properly.

Qiao Mu looked at the handsome face before her, recalling the even more handsome face beneath this human-skin mask, and her raised hand naturally fell.

“Fair warning, don’t think that just because you’re my man, you can do whatever you want with me!”

“What have I done to you?” Feng Jiang looked at Qiao Mu, blinked, and leaned in closer.

Qiao Mu watched the face gradually growing larger, feeling the breath he exhaled, her already-large eyes opening even wider.

Just as his lips were about to descend, Qiao Mu’s tensed eyelids naturally closed.

What was happening? Was he going to kiss her?

Feng Jiang had no idea Qiao Mu had this thought—otherwise he certainly would have kissed her without hesitation.

He instead reached out both hands, gathered up the long hair that had fallen in front of her, and tucked it behind her.

Feng Jiang, as if he had just completed some great mission, smiled faintly and stepped away from Qiao Mu.

Watching her with her eyes closed, the third prince, slow to catch on, seemed to suddenly realize something.

He licked his lips and reached out his large hand again.

Just as his palm was about to land on Qiao Mu’s shoulder, she opened her eyes and caught the man licking his lips, and swung her hand back at him.

“Smack”—Feng Jiang took a slap.

He watched as she turned away, coughed lightly, and followed after her.

“Qiao Mu, I…”

He didn’t mean it!