NFBE Chapter 4
Chapter 4
The man quickly cleaned her wound and applied powdered herbs to it. It stung a little, but mostly felt cool.
"The environment here is indeed a bit poor, I'm sorry."
"No."
Nalan Jingwen, however, disagreed. When they were young, their family had lived in much harsher conditions to train them. What was this?
but……
Nalan Jingwen's probing gaze fell on the man. He was somewhat puzzled. Judging from his clothes and appearance, he did not look like a wanderer. He had no resemblance to a beggar at all, and was even naturally different. So why would he live in such a dilapidated little temple?
The man seemed to understand what she was thinking, and his movements remained unhurried as he slowly answered her questions.
"I originally went up the mountain to gather herbs, but I encountered you, who were seriously injured. I strayed from my original route and lost my way, eventually ending up at this temple by chance..."
Nalan Jing was stunned upon hearing this. It was because of him?
The man didn't say what he was going to say next, but she could guess. Because her injuries were so severe that she needed immediate medical attention, he decided to stay at the temple to treat her.
Nalan Jingwen pursed his lips, his thoughts in turmoil.
Do you remember where you live?
The man nodded, knowing what she wanted to say. "I live alone, far from people, so I don't have a specific address. I only know that there is a hibiscus tree in front of my house and a stream not far away."
Upon hearing this, Nalan Jing frowned, revealing his handsome brows.
There are too few clues; it's impossible to find anything. If they lived in a village or town, they could at least ask around, but this...
After the man finished applying the herbal medicine to her, he got up to check on the simmering porridge and said slowly, "Don't worry, I can remember the characteristics of every place. I can remember everything I've been to. Once you're feeling better, we'll set off and we'll be able to get back."
He can remember every blade of grass and every tree he has ever walked through, and once he finds a familiar place, he can naturally find his way home.
Why don't you live among people?
Nalan Jing asked directly when she heard her doubts. The man had his back to her, and his thin and frail body looked even more ethereal in the steam. The aroma of rice wafted over, making her stomach rumble.
She was momentarily dazed, realizing she hadn't eaten in ages and was starving. But she had been so preoccupied with thinking and being on guard that she had forgotten about it. As soon as the aroma wafted out, she felt dizzy with hunger.
She found this ordinary white rice porridge to be incredibly fragrant.
Upon hearing his question, the man picked up a bowl of porridge and said casually, "To avoid trouble."
Nalan Jingwen didn't quite understand. What kind of trouble would there be if he lived among people?
Then, as he looked up, the man happened to turn around and walk towards him. He was suddenly stunned when he met those beautiful eyes, as bright as the starry sky.
She forgot that she now lived in a matriarchal society, an era where the constraints on men were extremely severe, even more feudal than in their ancient times. Men had no status, no human rights, and could not survive on their own; they would only be coveted and violated.
If a man without a woman to rely on at home is forcibly taken back by a woman, the government will not intervene.
To protect themselves, they had no choice but to live deep in the mountains, far from human habitation.
But the man in front of him was quite different from the men of this era in his memory.
While she was lost in thought, the man had already helped her up, let her lean against him, and fed her porridge.
"It's a little hot, be careful."
He scooped up a spoonful, blew on it, and felt the temperature with his lips before offering it to her lips.
Nalan Jingwen suddenly wondered if his care for her might have a negative impact on him. Wasn't it said that men here cared most about their reputation?
But he didn't ask, and could only pretend that his hands and feet were inconvenient, and that he was a doctor with a kind heart.
The aroma of rice wafted through the air, tantalizing her taste buds. She was drawn in and stopped thinking too much, drinking the porridge from his hand. Perhaps because she hadn't eaten in a long time, she drank three bowls of porridge. The pot was almost empty, with only one bowl left.
Following the man's movement, she instinctively opened her mouth, then suddenly realized something and asked, "Have you eaten today?"
The man was taken aback, seemingly not expecting her to care about him, and then nodded.
Nalan Jingwen didn't believe it. She had clearly heard his stomach growl just now. Although it was very soft, she could hear it clearly while she was in his arms.
She refused his attempt to feed her again, saying, "I'm full, I want to sleep."
Whether the man believed her or not, a faint smile played on his lips. He put down the bowl in his hand, carefully helped her lie down, and drank the rest of the porridge.
Nalan Jingwen watched his movements and saw the faint look of satisfaction on his face. She smiled.
He then took out a black pill and placed it near Nalan Jingwen's mouth, saying gently, "Take your medicine before you sleep."
She didn't refuse, and swallowed it without asking any questions.
"Since you trust me so much, aren't you afraid it might be poison?"
Nalan Jingwen glanced at him and said, "If you wanted to kill me, why go through all the trouble of saving me? Besides, I have no grudge against you, what good would it do you to kill me?"
She searched her memory carefully and confirmed that she had never seen this person before, let alone had any enmity with him.
The man chuckled, his gentle smile still playing on his lips, but he didn't refute it.
The wounds on her body clearly showed she wasn't an ordinary person. Who would kill an ordinary person so brutally, so viciously, wanting nothing more than to tear her to pieces? Even if she encountered bandits, she would only suffer a few wounds during the struggle before being killed with a single blow. How could she have such numerous fine knife wounds on her body?
But both of them knew the truth and kept quiet about it. The man didn't ask about her background and treated her like an ordinary patient.
Nalan Jingwen didn't mention that the body now contained a soul from another world. She didn't want to inherit the original owner's identity, nor did she intend to get involved in those matters. She didn't care if the original owner was a prince or not; she didn't plan to go back anyway. She would just consider the original Phoenix Heavenly Wise King dead.
She was already tired of the life of chasing power. In modern times, all the scheming and scheming, at any cost, was just for survival. If she didn't take that position, her two brothers would. The three siblings knew each other best. With the ruthlessness of those two brothers, if one of them were to take complete power, the other two would not live to see tomorrow.
None of the three siblings were kind people; they would stop at nothing to achieve their goals. Even kinship could not stop them from climbing the social ladder, and they would not allow anyone to take away their power.
Isn't her being in this body now the best proof of that?
Those around her surrendered to her two brothers.
A fierce glint flashed in Nalan Jingwen's eyes, disappearing into the depths of his gaze.
But it was all over. She was no longer the youngest daughter of the Nalan family, no longer the female president of that group, and no longer the wise prince of Fengtian.
She is now penniless and destitute, like Nalan Jingwen!