Don't mess with that Miao boy, he's sickly and perverted.

Chai Xiaomi couldn't help but think of herself.

Wu Li scooped her up onto the horse, and he also jumped down first to catch her from below.

Song Yueyao is like a straight bamboo, unyielding to wind and rain, and silent in the face of pain.

Independence and resilience are ingrained in her very being, something Chai Xiaomi almost forgot—

She's a princess.

She should have been raised in a magnificent palace, dressed in fine clothes and eating delicacies, with delicate fingers that never touched the dust, pampered and noble, even a single grape should have been peeled and served to her lips.

Yet she held a curved blade, treading through the mud and dust, her gaze resolute as she walked across the turbulent mountains and rivers.

Chai Xiaomi's throat tightened, and even blinking felt dry.

She deserves to be loved...

but.

A sudden pang of sorrow gripped her heart.

But......

Chai Xiaomi looked up at the boy in front of her, who was as cool and aloof as moonlight.

But can you stop loving her...?

If death is your destiny, can you defy the plot, break the novel's world, and overturn the ending?

Is it possible to rewrite the destiny of falling in love with the female lead?

That way, he won't turn evil.

Wu Li lowered his eyes and saw that the girl's eyes had turned red without warning, and her eyes suddenly welled up with tears, making her look as if she was about to break down in grievance.

He frowned slightly, reached out and grabbed her wrist, pulling her closer.

"Didn't you hear what he said? That demon is really hard to catch. You're so slow you can barely catch a turtle. Why should I make you feel bad if I don't let you participate?" He pinched her cheek lightly, looking into her wet eyes. "Hold back your tears. If they fall, I won't teach you archery."

Having said that, he released his grip, his gaze sweeping over the various longbows hanging on the wall.

Those bows were either too heavy for her to draw or too big.

In short, none of them met his standards.

His gaze finally settled on the corner of the counter, where a piece of dark-colored wood leaned against the counter, its grain flowing like water, subtly exuding a certain restrained spirituality.

"How much is this piece of wood?"

He planned to make one for her himself.

The boss was taken aback, a look of surprise flashing in his eyes.

This young man was so discerning, with such a keen eye, that he immediately took a liking to this rare piece of wood that he had hidden in a corner to display in his shop.

He himself couldn't bear to use the century-old lightning-struck ebony to polish and shape it.

"This..." The shopkeeper shook his head and smiled bitterly, looking apologetic. "I'm really sorry, young master, but I won't sell this piece of wood for any amount of silver."

Upon hearing this, Ouyang Rui became even more excited.

With a grand gesture, he displayed the air of a tycoon, exuding domineering confidence: "Give it to them!"

With the young master speaking, the boss was immediately in a dilemma: "But this..."

He wouldn't part with something even for a large sum of money, let alone give it away.

Wu Li glanced coldly at Ouyang Rui, as if he hadn't heard him.

He walked a few steps to the counter, where several carving knives that the shopkeeper usually used to carve bow patterns were scattered. He picked up the sharpest one and slashed it across his wrist.

The movements were swift and without the slightest hesitation.

The blade cut through his skin, and blood seeped out instantly, but the boy's face showed no sign of pain; he remained incredibly calm.

The boss stared in astonishment, eyes wide. What was going on? Was this a ploy? Why go to such lengths for a piece of wood?!

The next moment, an even more horrifying scene unfolded.

The boy inserted his fingertip into the bloody wound and pulled out a white, jade-like, still-wriggling worm from beneath the flesh.

The scene was so gruesome it was chilling, and even bystanders couldn't help but frown and look away.

But he smiled slightly, amused by the shocked and frightened expressions on their faces.

He slowly placed the insect on the still-wet bloodstains on the counter, looked up at the shopkeeper, and said, "Will you trade this piece of wood for a Crimson Blood Silkworm?"

The shopkeeper shuddered, his fear instantly replaced by ecstasy, his eyes shining brightly. Those in business know their stuff best; this Crimson Blood Silkworm is a priceless treasure even in the Impermanent Ghost Market!

He had lived most of his life, and this was the first time he had ever seen a living, breathing Crimson Blood Silkworm.

This is a spiritual creature that only the Miao witchcraft tribe can raise; it is extremely rare to find even one in the Central Plains.

Who doesn't know that the lord of Liangya Prefecture has almost gone mad in his pursuit of immortality? Especially the eccentric Grand Tutor Yin by his side, there are rumors that Grand Tutor Yin is a demon in disguise, feeding the lord evil magic day and night.

As long as it can grant immortality, the lord will try any method he proposes.

There were even whispers that the palace had sent people to secretly search for some genius child prodigies, saying that such people were favored by heaven and that eating their heart essence would grant them immortality.

A year ago, a shocking massacre occurred in Qianwu Town. All twenty-seven members of the Luo family were slaughtered by bandits overnight, and their home was burned to the ground.

It is said that it was because the eldest son of the Luo family was a master of chess at the age of three and was praised as a chess saint after coming of age that he caught the eye of Grand Tutor Yin.

Of course, these were just whispers in the alleys. Since it concerned matters of the sage, who among ordinary people would dare to make any unwarranted comments?

But the crimson silkworm before us is a genuine longevity artifact recorded in ancient books.

If it is presented to Master Ouyang, the master will then forward it to our lord, who is far away in the capital.

The ensuing blessings would likely be enough to last for generations.

The shopkeeper nodded eagerly, "Change it! Change it! This piece of wood is yours!"

However, Wu Li never expected that this action would actually make someone cry.

On the way back, Chai Xiaomi cried silently for three blocks.

"What serious illness do you have! You're hurting yourself over a piece of broken wood!" She raised her sleeve and wiped her face haphazardly, but the more she wiped, the more tears she shed. She walked away angrily, her shoulders trembling.

"I'm not sick." Wu Li stayed close to her side, subtly shielding her from passersby. "But you, how can you be so timid? A few drops of blood and you're so scared. Next time, just turn your back and don't look."

"A few drops of blood?!" Chai Xiaomi's voice suddenly rose as she turned around, her eyes red-rimmed, glaring at him. "Look at that, is that what you call a few drops of blood?!"

She pointed to the boy's sleeve. Although the wound on his wrist had miraculously healed, the large patch of dark red bloodstains on the cuff was still glaring and clearly recorded the hideous wound and the way the blood was gushing out.

As Wu Li watched her large tears fall one after another, soaking his sleeves and leaving dark welts, his heart clenched, as if he couldn't breathe. His voice also carried a hint of suffocation:

"Who told you to insist on going out with me? If we didn't go out, I wouldn't have seen you."

Besides, if she hadn't said she wanted to learn archery, he wouldn't have bought that piece of wood at all.

Chai Xiaomi just kept crying and ignored him completely.

He paused, then added stiffly:

"The tears on your sleeves must weigh almost two pounds. Aren't you tired carrying two buckets of water? Stop crying."

Seeing her still sobbing as she walked forward, but her pace had noticeably slowed, Wu Li pursed her lips and lowered her voice:

"...Your legs must be about to break. Just say so if you want me to carry you."

The boy's face was grim, and his tone was unpleasant; what he said naturally angered everyone.

"Save your breath!" Chai Xiaomi said without turning her head, her voice choked with anger. "You've lost so much blood, what kind of carrying is that?!"

Ouyang Rui, carrying a large log on his shoulder, watched from a short distance behind. He quickly walked a few steps to Song Yueyao's side, a hint of schadenfreude on his face. "They're arguing like this, they're probably going to get a divorce, right? Aren't you super happy right now? I'm definitely happy!"

He's just figured it out. He has plenty of money at home; it's just a matter of raising another child!

There might only be one fairy in this world.

If you miss this opportunity, you might never get another chance.

Song Yueyao rolled her eyes at him speechlessly, tightened her grip on the blade hilt, and barely restrained the urge to flick his head.

"What's there to be happy about? Let me give you a piece of advice: it's better to tear down ten temples than to break up one marriage. If you dare to have any wicked thoughts, then try and see how hard my fists are!"

Oh wow.

Ouyang Rui's body tilted slightly under the weight of the wood. He shrugged, surprised that this girl was quite perceptive.

Just looking for fun, not seeking recognition?

We must also defend them.

He can't do that. How can the son of the richest man in Qianwu Town become someone's lover?