Reclaiming Wasteland and Farming: My Haunted Fields Are Spawning Monsters Infinitely

Upon hearing this, Shen Ying's face turned deathly pale. Looking at the man in front of her, she even felt a sense of nausea.

When Li Qingshan tried to come closer, she instinctively shrank back and leaned against the corner of the carriage.

A cold wind blew in through the cracks in the windows, quickly dissipating the warmth in the carriage.

She leaned against the wall, a cold smile suddenly appearing on her lips as she looked at Li Qingshan with a mocking gaze: "I'm getting married."

"oh."

"Oh?" Li Qingshan's calmness made Shen Ying feel both angry and unwilling.

She suddenly leaned forward, getting close to Li Qingshan, her hot breath hitting his face: "He is a member of the royal family, second only to the emperor, and we are already engaged. We will be married soon. Hearing this, you must feel very uncomfortable, right? You are just a lowly pioneer, and you are far inferior to him."

Li Qingshan looked at her face close to his, his eyes filled with both coldness and hatred.

"Actually, I understand everything in my heart." Li Qingshan reached out and wrapped the robe around her shoulders tightly. Her shoulders were very smooth, as smooth as mutton fat jade.

Shen Ying subconsciously tried to break free, but this gentleness captivated her.

"Actually, we are not the same kind of people. You see me as the livestock in the shed. I am useful and strong, and I will give them an extra handful of bean feed. But livestock is livestock, and people are people."

"You..." Shen Ying raised an eyebrow, but had nothing to say.

"I've only recently come to understand the truth that some people in this world are beasts and some are human. In this respect, you are no different from the Tian and Qi families. It's just that you enjoy playing these little tricks of dressing up as women and having fun with the people, and I'm happy to cooperate. Between us, that's all."

Li Qingshan suddenly stood up, his broad shoulders and muscular build evident. He lowered his head and looked down at Shen Ying, who was now cornered: "For example... do you really see me as a man?"

Shen Ying suddenly felt a little breathless, and her gaze instinctively darted away.

"I'm just a tool for you to relieve your worries, so why would I care about your marriage? Fortunately, I didn't take it to heart."

Li Qingshan calmly handed over something: "Then it's not like I'm begging you. This is what you promised me, and now it's time to fulfill that promise. I need to see the King of the Northern Border before he goes to the capital."

Shen Ying looked at the riding whip that Li Qingshan handed her; it was small and exquisite, and it turned out that he had kept it in very good condition.

"Is your future that important to you?" Shen Ying asked.

"I don't want to be treated like livestock forever."

"So, you met me just to use me as a stepping stone to climb higher?" Shen Ying asked sincerely.

"We each got what we wanted, so you didn't lose out. Besides..." Li Qingshan savored the moment, then sincerely said, "You're delicious too."

"Get out! Get out of here!" Shen Ying suddenly lost control of her emotions.

Li Qingshan handed over the riding whip and stepped down from the carriage himself.

The north wind howled outside the car, and the vast wilderness seemed devoid of life.

The carriage creaked and groaned as it made its way back. As it approached Qingniu Pass, Shen Ying's calm voice suddenly rang out from inside the carriage: "Once we get back, we can discuss marrying Prince Ning."

……

Li Qingshan returned to the village, and a few days later, a horse-drawn carriage arrived in front of the earthen house.

Li Qingshan came out of the house and saw the coachman from last time with a dark face. He said to him, "Miss has made arrangements. Tomorrow, the Prince will go to the capital, and you will be able to meet him then."

"Tomorrow?" Li Qingshan asked. "Could you let me get closer to the Prince?"

The driver snorted and turned to leave.

Thinking about tomorrow, Li Qingshan was already quite impatient.

He unusually rinsed the little black horse and then wiped the black iron spear.

Silent all night.

The next morning, Li Qingshan woke up very early.

He was fully armed and headed towards Qingniu Pass.

By this time, the area in front of Qingniu Pass was already crowded with people.

They included pioneers from the north, merchants from Qingniu Pass, and officials from the north and their families.

Everyone knows that the King of the North is a great hero of the North, and he is about to go to the capital to meet the emperor, so everyone naturally comes to see him off.

Shen Ying also attended the event in her finest attire today.

Since the last incident, she has come to loathe the act of dressing as a man.

She wore a light purple cotton-padded jacket with gold flecks, the collar and cuffs trimmed with snow-white fox fur. Her face, framed by the jacket, featured vibrant red lips, and her every glance exuded femininity.

She spotted Li Qingshan from afar. He was leading a black horse, wearing a black leather hat, and wrapped in a leather coat of indeterminate quality. Perhaps to appear cleaner, he had deliberately wiped the coat with a dry cloth, tidying himself up to look as neat as he thought.

This amused Shen Ying, who covered her face with her hand, unwilling to admit that she knew Li Qingshan.

She winked at the dark-faced coachman, who immediately hurried over to meet Li Qingshan.

"Why did you bring a horse?"

"I want to show Your Highness my weapon."

"There's no time! Hurry up and move aside. Come with me," the coachman snapped, pointing to the long procession. "The prince is going to meet the military officers from the north, then the civil officials, then the merchants, and finally the land reclamation households. Stand in the middle of the land reclamation households and don't wander around. When the prince gets here, he'll talk to you."

Li Qingshan, wrapped in a large fur coat, stood in the middle of the crowd, looking left and right, and finally spotted Shen Ying squeezed among a group of officials' wives.

He waved excitedly, but Shen Ying was so embarrassed she wanted to disappear.

"Aying, is that person waving at you?" a beautiful and dignified woman asked.

Shen Ying shook her head: "I've never seen it before."

The dignified woman shook her head and said, "Don't look over there. These lowly people are all opportunists. Give them a smile, and they'll slap themselves on like mud."

Shen Ying nodded and looked north, just like her mother.

In the North, the King of the North has arrived.

He rode a white horse, its body without a single stray hair, gleaming in the sunlight.

Surrounding him were his most trusted bodyguards, a total of twenty-eight men, who encircled him.

"It is said that this horse is called the Moon-Shining Jade Lion, a rare breed from the Western Regions. It was on this horse that the prince drove away the barbarians."

"Your Highness's martial arts are unparalleled; those mere barbarians are no match for you."

The King of the North greeted those around him with a smile, and wherever he went, the crowds knelt in worship.

The officers who had made contributions, the civil officials from the north, their families, the merchants from Qingniu Pass, and finally the representatives of the land reclamation households lined up on both sides of the road.

"I wonder what high-ranking official position Your Highness will be appointed to this time when you come to the capital."

"He's already a prince, how can he be promoted any higher?"

"Greetings, Your Highness."

The surrounding mountains echoed with cheers.

Upon reaching the front, the King of the North suddenly dismounted and strode forward.

Everyone was puzzled. The prince hadn't dismounted the whole way, so why was he suddenly getting off his horse now?

Now, who is worthy of his dismounting? Judging from the direction he's heading, it should be the group of pioneers.

Could there be someone among the land reclamation households who is worth meeting?

The King of the North walked with the stride of a dragon and the light of the wind, and the smile on his face grew wider as he went on.

When Li Qingshan sees me, he'll be very surprised.

How could he have imagined that the old man fishing with him was actually the ruler of the North?

Haha.

Let him start as one of our personal guards and train him well; he might just become a great general.

When the King of the North saw Li Qingshan, Li Qingshan also saw him, and the distance between them grew closer and closer...

The King of the North's smile grew even brighter.

Li Qingshan's gaze grew increasingly cold.

By the time the King of the North realized something was wrong, Li Qingshan had already shaken off his comical fur coat, revealing a straight sword.

He took a step forward and shouted loudly, as if thunder had struck:

"You old thief, prepare to die!"