Rebirth of a Lost Nation: Princess, Please Respect Yourself

Chapter 183 A glimmer of hope

At noon in the valley, there is no bustling street hawking, but there is the crisp sound of birds singing.

On the bed, the girl groaned softly and slowly opened her eyes. The slightest movement involved the fine scars on her body, causing a sharp pain and also clearing her mind.

She is not dead, Jiang Lige is still alive.

Yes, that day, Ning Yunxiao jumped off the cliff with her in his arms, and when he was about to land, he used up the last bit of his internal energy to throw her onto a tree branch on the edge of the cliff.

Although the tree branches acted as a buffer, her injuries were not as serious as Ning Yunxiao's, but they were not light either. When she crawled to Ning Yunxiao's side again with injuries, her eyes went dark and she fainted.

When I woke up again, it was already now.

"you're awake?"

Hearing the movement in the room, someone opened the curtain and came in. He glanced coldly at Jiang Lige who was lying on the bed and placed a bowl of boiled medicine on the small table beside the bed. "Drink the medicine when you wake up."

The person who came was a woman in her thirties. She didn't look very old, but she had a head of white hair, which looked like it was natural.

Jiang Lige thought for a moment and chose an opening line that would not go wrong, "Thank you for saving my life, Senior. I wonder if you have seen my companions."

"You're so greedy." The white-haired woman sarcastically said this, and then asked Jiang Lige directly: "Do you know Aiguo?"

Hearing this name, Jiang Lige's mind flickered, and after hesitating for a moment, he nodded: "I know him."

"What's your relationship?"

"We just met by chance, there's no relationship between us."

"A chance encounter?" The woman scoffed, clearly unconvinced. "Ayiguo must be crazy to give Feng Lin to someone she met by chance."

Jiang Lige was stunned for a moment when she heard this. Seeing the woman staring at her brows, she immediately realized that the thing she had mistaken for "Hua Dian" was probably "Feng Lin".

What was the relationship between the man in front of him and Aiguo? Was he a friend or an enemy? Jiang Lige had no idea at the moment. He did not dare to slack off. After thinking for a moment, he recalled the situation that day and answered cautiously: "To be honest, this is a thank you gift from Aiguo."

The woman didn't seem surprised and asked, "Thank you for what?"

"I broke her chess game."

The woman was silent for a long moment before she cursed him as "idiot" and then, as if accepting her fate, she reluctantly bowed to Jiang Lige and said, "According to the rules of the Chi tribe, whoever possesses Feng Lin is the young master of the Chi tribe."

Jiang Lige was stunned, "Young Master?"

"Yes, Aiguo is the last high priest of the Chi tribe. You are an outsider and can only be respected as the young master."

"Uh." Jiang Lige didn't know if he had made a profit, and was afraid that the woman would ask too much, so he asked her, "How should I address you, Senior?"

"Manzhu." Manzhu was still concise and to the point, "I am not worthy of being called a senior, young master. Just call me by my name."

"Okay, Manzhu." Jiang Lige readily accepted the request and asked, "My companion, did Manzhu see it?"

After confirming Jiang Lige's identity, Manzhu couldn't ignore her question as she had just now, so she answered: "He is not as lucky as you, he is dying."

"That means he's not dead!" Jiang Lige endured the discomfort and stood up from the bed. He stood up straight and looked at Manzhu with a sad look in his eyes. "I know that the Chi people are good at poison. Can you please save him?"

"Young Master, are you kidding?" Manzhu chuckled. "The Chi Clan is dead. I call you Young Master out of respect for the High Priest. Saving you is the most I can do. What makes you think I'll actually obey you?"

Jiang Lige also knew that it was inappropriate for her to ask Manzhu in this way, but at the moment she had no other choice but to seek help from the Chi tribe.

Thinking of this, Jiang Lige looked up at Manzhu again, his eyes full of determination: "Yes, I have no right to ask you to do anything for me, but I can give you what you want."

"Then why don't you tell me, young master, what do I want?"

Jiang Lige didn't answer directly, but instead asked with a smile: "Will the Chi clan's genocide not be avenged?"

Manzhu took a deep breath and suppressed the blood boiling in her chest. "Can you do it?"

Jiang Lige nodded without hesitation, "If you save him for me, I promise to avenge you and Aiguo's genocide."

"Okay." Manzhu agreed readily. "But I wasn't lying to you. Your friend is indeed seriously injured. Coupled with the Night Rakshasa poison in his body, he's now at the end of his strength. He's had a high fever since this morning and won't go away. If the fever continues like this, not even a Daluo Immortal can save him."

"What if the fever breaks?"

"I can save his life for now. A complete cure requires another herbal remedy, but that's all for the future. If the fever doesn't subside today, everything will be in vain."

"I understand." Jiang Lige nodded and took the food on the table. "Manzhu, take me to see him. I'll take care of him."

"it is good."

Manzhu's residence is a bamboo house with only a few rooms. Ning Yunxiao was arranged to live next to Jiang Lige. The overall environment is quite comfortable.

"There's some white wine in the room. Avoid wiping the wound. It can help reduce his fever."

Manzhu said this coldly and was about to go out, but halfway through she seemed to remember something, turned back and threw something at Jiang Lige.

"I finally took out the thing you've been holding in your hand. I think it must be something important. I'm returning it to you."

Jiang Lige took the item and looked closely. It was the sachet that Ning Yunxiao had stuffed into her hand the day she fell off the cliff. So, she smiled brightly at Manzhu. "Thank you, Manzhu."

Manzhu turned her head awkwardly, said "hmm", and quickly walked out of the room.

Ning Yunxiao was indeed seriously injured, and herbal medicine was smeared all over his body. Jiang Lige followed Manzhu's instructions, soaked the towel in the wine jar, wrung it dry, and then slowly wiped it on Ning Yunxiao's exposed skin.

I don’t know if it was Jiang Lige’s illusion, but after wiping it once, Ning Yunxiao seemed to be in better condition.

There needs to be a period of time between the two wipes. Jiang Lige had nothing to do, so she opened the sachet Ning Yunxiao gave her and took a look.

Inside the sachet was a letter from Ning Yunxiao to Jiang Lige.

There was only one sentence on the letterhead. He said:

"If there is an afterlife, I hope we can meet sooner, meet in a peaceful and prosperous era, hold hands through all the prosperity, and return to a corner of peace and happiness together.

As for this life, I cannot live with you till old age, but at least I can keep you worry-free for the rest of your life.

Ning Yunxiao, final work.

Jiang Lige read the short letter over and over again, feeling as if her heart was hit by something. The emotions were so passionate that they made her heart tremble a few times, and then she felt a pang of sadness.

Because, besides the common people, Ning Yunxiao also protected her with his life...

Listening to Ning Yunxiao's regular breathing, Jiang Lige pursed his lips and suppressed the melancholy in his heart. The most important thing right now was that Ning Yunxiao could get better soon, and everything else could be put aside for the time being.

Thinking of this, Jiang Lige changed another towel, soaked it in clean water and wiped Ning Yunxiao's body.