Transmigrated into a farmer's lucky charm, all the villains in the family panicked.

Mo Ning choked, "These shoes smell so bad, Miss Yun, do you want to take them?"

Yun Shengsheng nodded, saying without any hint of disgust, "I was the one who brought it before!"

Mo Ning hesitated for a moment, then took out fifty taels and handed them to Yun Shengsheng.

Yun Shengsheng happily accepted it and stuffed it into her bag, which was actually her spatial storage.

Then he quickly took out a bottle of medicine from his bag, sprinkled it on the shoes, and the original overpowering stench disappeared instantly.

Yun Shengsheng then took the shoes.

That wasn't all. Yun Shengsheng picked out the shoe and asked the shadow guards next to her.

"Ten taels of silver, can someone help me carry it?"

One of the shadow guards immediately reached out.

"I...I...Miss Yun, I'll take it, I'll take it."

A pair of shoes that doesn't smell is a good deal for ten taels of silver.

Yun Shengsheng immediately gave the man ten taels of silver, and the man happily accepted the shoes.

Mo Ning's mouth dropped open, his face filled with disbelief.

He spent fifty taels, but Yun Shengsheng made forty taels, and the Shadow Guard brothers made ten taels.

The key point is that the shoes don't smell bad.

He had this strange feeling that he was being taken advantage of...

Mo Ning turned her head and looked at her master with a wronged expression.

Yan Shijin watched the whole thing with amusement, a handsome smile playing on his lips, until Mo Ning looked over, at which point he coughed lightly and changed the subject.

"Sheng Sheng, where are the others?"

Yun Shengsheng was not surprised at all by Yan Shijin's question.

Because Wu Xia's message to Yan Shijin was something she had tacitly approved.

She pointed southeast and said, "They're all over there. Let's go, let's go together."

Yan Shijin nodded and followed her.

However, he clearly overestimated his ability to walk in the primeval forest.

The further you go in, the more branches there are on the ground, and the more slippery it becomes.

Yan Shijin had only taken a few steps when her shoe slipped on a wet, slippery stone, and she fell forward.

Yun Shengsheng reacted quickly and grabbed his arm.

Yun Shengsheng said dejectedly, "Brother Shijin, what are you doing here? You might as well have just stayed home and waited."

Mo Ning nodded frantically from behind.

Yes, yes, yes! Miss Yun is absolutely right!

He had tried to persuade his master eight hundred times, but the master just wouldn't listen. Now look what happened, he almost fell flat on his face.

However, he dared not say anything, and could only frantically agree in his heart.

Yun Shengsheng complained, but she didn't loosen her grip on his hands.

She was genuinely afraid that Yan Shijin would slip and fall again.

If His Highness had really fallen hard, he would have lost all face.

So she simply walked ahead, holding his hand, kicking away the pebbles on the road with her toes as she went, muttering, "There's a pothole here, step over it."

"There are tree roots over there, lift your foot."

"Watch where you're going, stop staring at me."

Yan Shijin's ears turned slightly red. He took Yun Shengsheng's small hand in his own, holding it tightly as if afraid she would let go.

He pursed his lips again and again, but still couldn't stop that slight smile from creeping upwards.

The two of them walked forward hand in hand.

A little girl led the way, and a dignified prince followed obediently behind.

Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the tree canopy, falling directly onto their clasped hands.

Mo Ning and his shadow guards followed silently behind, not daring to utter a sound.

Several shadow guards exchanged glances.

Isn't His Highness's lightness skill quite impressive? I remember last year in the palace, when he was chasing the assassin by leaping across rooftops, he was incredibly agile.

Yes, yes, I remember too!

Why is it that I can't even walk steadily on a mountain path now...?

Yun Shengsheng led Yan Shijin and his group through the last dense forest and finally found the boys who were waiting there.

Wu Xia was the first to come forward, clasped her hands in greeting, and then consciously stepped aside to whisper with Mo Ning.

When the boys saw Yan Shijin, the air fell silent for a full three seconds.

Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the tree canopy, and a beam of light fell directly on Yan Shijin.

He was dressed in the most ordinary clothes, but the contours of his face, the calmness in his eyes, and the twenty shadow guards behind him, with narrow-bladed swords at their waists, marching in perfect unison and exuding an aura of killing intent, made him stand out from the crowd.

Even the slowest-witted boys could guess who was standing in front of them.

Someone reacted first, clasping their hands in a respectful greeting: "Greetings, Your Highness the Crown Prince!"

The others then seemed to snap out of their daze, and they all clasped their hands in a respectful greeting, their movements somewhat flustered.

Only one person did not bow.

Gu Yanli stood upright in the crowd, holding Gu Zilan in his arms. The little one was sleeping soundly, clutching his clothes, completely unaware of what was happening around him.

Gu Yanli's expression was indifferent, with a subtle scrutiny in her brows.

He knew, of course, who this person was; the man's portrait had appeared in the Kingdom of Yelang.

But he was not a subject of the Great Xuan Kingdom, so he did not need to perform the rites.

Lu Yueming was unaware of these things.

He noticed that his new partner was still standing there, so he hurriedly pulled Gu Yanli along.

Gu Yanli frowned, but ultimately lowered her head.

After all, he is currently in the Great Xuan Kingdom, and his identity is sensitive. He is not sure if the other party knows who he is.

If they knew that the son of a high-ranking official of Yelang Kingdom had appeared in the territory of Da Xuan Kingdom and had been kidnapped by bandits, what would they do to him?

Was he mistaken for a spy?

To be used as a proton?

Or just go straight to the point—

He lowered his eyelashes imperceptibly and hugged the little one in his arms even tighter.

However, immediately afterward, another uncomfortable feeling welled up in his heart.

Because Yun Shengsheng and the Crown Prince of the Great Xuan Kingdom are very close.

The distance between the two people should never exceed one fist's width.

When the Crown Prince of Da Xuan Kingdom spoke to Yun Shengsheng with his head down, his shoulder almost touched the top of her head.

When Yun Shengsheng answered with her head tilted back, her eyebrows and eyes were curved, completely unlike the cold and stern look she had when she was directing them to kill.

Gu Yanli's Adam's apple bobbed slightly as she looked away.

Pei Jinghao and Chu Xiao shared the same feelings as him.

As Pei Jinghao bowed in greeting, his eyes never left Yun Shengsheng and Yan Shijin.

He had long heard that Yun Shengsheng was the Crown Prince's study companion and that the two had a close relationship.

But having a good relationship with someone and what he actually saw are two completely different things.

Just now, through the bushes, he saw His Highness the Crown Prince holding Yun Shengsheng's hand from afar, and only letting go quietly when they were in front of everyone.

The way they held hands was so natural, as if they had done it countless times before.

Pei Jinghao silently lowered his eyes.

Chu Xiao stood in the last row, his usually shrewd eyes narrowed slightly, and the half-smile on his lips disappeared, replaced by deep thought.

But most people were happy, like Lu Yueming and Duan Fanyu.

They never expected that His Highness the Crown Prince would personally come to their rescue.

Yan Shijin stood in front of everyone, his gaze sweeping over them indifferently.

With his keen senses, those slightly hostile glances certainly didn't escape his notice.

Yan Shijin raised an eyebrow almost imperceptibly and said, "Rise, all of you. There's no need for such formalities outside..."