The nights in the north are very cold and the wind is also very strong.

Lin Yingxue rode with Murong Jun. She was wrapped in a thick cloak. Behind her was Murong Jun's solid and warm chest, but her heart was still as cold as water.

After returning to the Qiyan tribe, Lin Yingxue walked towards the camp prepared for her without saying a word.

Seeing this, Murong Jun followed without thinking, without considering the fact that Qi Yan Zhen'er who had been following him and silently staring at him.

"Yingxue." He lifted the curtain and went in, Lin Yingxue stood with her back facing Murong Jun, with her back indifferent and alienated.

Murong Jun went up to hug Lin Yingxue, rubbed his head against Lin Yingxue's neck, "Fortunately you are safe." The soft murmur contained infinite affection.

However, Lin Yingxue took a step forward and broke away from Murong Jun's arms.

"Thank you for your third highness to come to save me in time this time, otherwise Yingxue would be someone else's wife one step later." Lin Yingxue tried hard to restrain her emotions, but as soon as she opened her mouth, she still felt a little angry.

When Murong Jun heard this, he hurriedly followed again and said with guilt: "I'm late."

"It's not just that I'm going a little late, I'm afraid the Third Highness didn't take me to heart at all!" Otherwise, how could she find out that she was missing after she was lost so long? After Lin Yingxue blurted out this sentence, she felt that her reaction seemed to be a little too extreme.

So both of them fell silent for a moment.

"It's time to have a meal." At this time, Qiyan Zhen'er's voice sounded outside the tent.

Lin Yingxue was in a state of anger, so she opened the curtain and walked out without thinking.

"Give it." Murong Jun was invited to have a meal with Qiyan Gaocha, while Lin Yingxue had a meal with Qiyan Zhen'er and the women from other tribes.

Qiyan Zhen'er handed Lin Yingxue a bowl of fresh goat milk and a steaming naan bread.

"Thank you." Lin Yingxue had been tossing for a whole day without eating. She was indeed a little hungry at this time. After taking the food, she started to taste it without hesitation.

"Cough cough!" A fishy smell of milk spread between the lips and teeth after the goat milk was in her mouth. Lin Yingxue was a little uncomfortable with drinking, so she put down the bowl after just a sip.

As for the naan bread in her hand, Lin Yingxue was sore that her jaws became a little sore before she could barely take a few bites.

"The north is not as good as the imperial city. We have eaten these things for more than ten years." Qiyan Zhen'er walked to Lin Yingxue at some point.

With a "bang", Qi Yan Zhen'er put something heavily on the table. Lin Yingxue looked closely and saw a bowl of clear water and a steamed bun on the table.

"Flour is very expensive. This was made by the prince when he went out to look for you before." Qi Yan Zhen'er said, as if she was deliberately mocking Lin Yingxue, she took a bite of the cake and chewed it hard.

Although Qi Yan Zhen'er's attitude is not very good, Lin Yingxue could see that the person in front of her was not bad.

"Thank you." Lin Yingxue whispered.

Qiyan Zhen'er didn't answer, just looked at Lin Yingxue, but when she saw Lin Yingxue eating steamed buns slowly as if nothing had happened, she seemed to be unable to help but speak, "Do you know how anxious the prince is when you know you are gone?"

"So what?" Lin Yingxue was still breathing a sigh of relief, so when facing Qi Yan Zhen'er's questioning, her attitude seemed extremely cold.

However, when Qiyan Zhen'er saw Lin Yingxue's reaction so indifferent, she couldn't stand it anymore.

She suddenly stood up and said excitedly, "So what? Do you know that the whole tribe of our tribe has been looking for you all afternoon! Do you know that the prince didn't even drink saliva before picking you up... We tried our best to find you, and you have the same attitude? How can your heart be so hard?"

Qiyan Zhen'er's fierce questioning made the women around him look at the two of them. Facing everyone's doubts or dissatisfied eyes, Lin Yingxue felt like a needle prick on her body, but what Qiyan Zhen'er said was the facts that made her unable to refute.

Lin Yingxue didn't know when the crowd around her dispersed, but she only knew that when she raised her head, there were only Qi Yan Zhen'er and her around her.

"You are Ajun's sweetheart, I will not do anything to hurt you, but if you are not good to Ajun or dragged Ajun back, I will definitely not tolerate you!" Qi Yan Zhen'er's tone was deep, and there was a hint of disgust in her eyes.

Lin Yingxue lowered her eyelids, clenched her fists and loosened her again, and when she finally raised her head, her face was as calm as a bay of lake water, and no ripples were seen.

"Maybe I am not as good as Princess Zhen'er imagined, but it is not as unbearable as Princess Zhen'er said." Lin Yingxue lightly opened her red lips, and her thin back was straight. "And, if Princess Zhen'er is willing to say, I want to know what the relationship between Princess Zhen'er and the prince is?"

It seemed that he had asked some sensitive topic, and a hint of tenderness appeared on Qi Yan Zhen'er's arrogant and cold face.

"It doesn't matter, it's just a woman who is not a prince in this life." After Qiyan Zhen'er said that, she looked straight behind Lin Yingxue.

The tenderness was almost turned into a pool of spring water and drowned people inside.

Lin Yingxue couldn't help but follow Qi Yan Zhen'er's gaze and saw the unparalleled man behind her slowly stepping forward. Who else could that man be if he wasn't Murong Jun?

"How about it, are you still used to eating the food here?" Murong Jun stopped in front of Lin Yingxue, and did not look at Qi Yan Zhen'er from beginning to end.

"It's okay." Lin Yingxue answered softly, then turned her head and saw Qi Yan Zhen'er no longer visible.

Seeing that Lin Yingxue's nose was a little red, Murong Jun couldn't help but frown and took off the cloak on his body and wrapped Lin Yingxue tightly.

"It's cold outside, let's go into the tent." Murong Jun said, and took Lin Yingxue's shoulder strap and walked into the tent.

Lin Yingxue did not resist and quietly followed Murong Jun into the camp.

There was a charcoal fire in the camp tent, and Lin Yingxue sat down in front of the brazier. The burning charcoal fire illuminated Lin Yingxue's face red. She stretched out her somewhat stiff hands to bake in front of the brazier, while she said inadvertently: "Tell me about the matter between you and Princess Zhen'er."

"Okay." It seemed that I had already prepared. As soon as Lin Yingxue asked, Murong Jun replied smoothly: "When I was traveling abroad, I was chased by someone. After being seriously injured, I was chased by wolves. I thought my life would be over, but I happened to be hunting outside."

"After seeing me, she fought with the wolf pack alone and saved me from the wolf pack for a lifetime. Later, I recovered from the Qiyan tribe for one month, and helped the Qiyan tribe solve some things in order to repay the kindness."

"When I left, Zhen'er wanted to leave with me, and I refused, but she said she would wait for me to come back in the north."

At that time, Murong Jun thought in his heart that he would not return to the North in this life, so he did not take this matter to heart. However, he did not expect that many years later, he came here again.

Seeing that Lin Yingxue just lowered her head and didn't say anything, Murong Jun couldn't help but feel a little uneasy in his heart.

He reached out and held Lin Yingxue's hand firmly in his palm, and frowned and said, "I had no affection for Zhen'er at the beginning, but now I am still like this."

Looking at Murong Jun's affectionate eyes, Lin Yingxue was moved - she naturally believed in Murong Jun, but Qi Yan Zhen'er's existence is an inevitable problem between the two.

On the second night in Northland, I still didn't sleep very well.

I don’t know if the women in the north got up very early, but when Lin Yingxue got up, the women outside were already busy.

"Oh, this prince's fiancée is indeed different. It's just after the sun is noon. He really thinks this is the imperial city!" The person who spoke was a middle-aged woman with rough skin. They had long disliked Lin Yingxue, a woman who caused trouble to the Qiyan tribe when she came.

Lin Yingxue disdained to argue with these people, so she did not respond. She just looked around and saw Qi Yan Zhen'er and Murong Jun walking side by side in the distance. Her talking and laughing look was so eye-catching.

"However, we princess really match the prince! People like the prince should be with a heroic woman, unlike some people who have a look of misfortune."

Unlike the women in the Central Plains, women in the North advocate strength and health. If a girl from any family is weak and can’t even lift a bucket of water, she will be ridiculed, just like Lin Yingxue now.

Lin Yingxue withdrew her gaze and felt as uncomfortable as if she had a needle in her heart. She turned around and wanted to go back to the tent, but Murong Jun had already walked up to him at this time.

"Awaken? I cooked some food in the kitchen. Let's take you to taste it." Murong Jun pulled Lin Yingxue's hand as if no one was around, and did not care about the envious or jealous gazes that came beside him.

"I……"

Lin Yingxue was about to break away from Murong Jun's hand, but before she could speak, there were suddenly sounds of horse hooves in the distance.

"What's going on?" The sharp alertness made Qi Yan Zhen'er's face suddenly become serious. She stared at the distance, and her hand unconsciously placed on the sword around her waist.

Seeing this, the other people from the Qiyan tribe began to look tense.

But Murong Jun did not speak, but naturally pulled Lin Yingxue behind him.

Soon the sound of horse hooves came closer, and the people from the Qiyan tribe who heard the noise also walked out with weapons.

"Longbaan, what do you mean?" After seeing clearly that the leader was the leader of the Long tribe, Qiyan Gaocha couldn't help but questioned loudly.

"What does it mean?" Lombaan sat on the horse's back, his eyes as resentful as a poisonous snake, staring at Murong Jun tightly, "Our new prince beat my beloved son to death on the first day of his arrival. What do you mean by me Lombaan?"
Chapter completed!