Pampered By All In Different Planes-Chapter 141 - : The Lucky Farmer Remains Calm, The Heirless Husband Hurries to Chase His Wife

Chapter 141: Chapter 141: The Lucky Farmer Remains Calm, The Heirless Husband Hurries to Chase His Wife

Before Su Zhiruan could open her eyes, she heard the conversation of two young girls by her ear.

“Erya, shall we go to the back mountain this evening to check if any wild chickens have been caught in the traps?”

“Okay, let’s go together after we deliver the food to the fields.”

“Ruanruan, are you coming too?”

This question was directed at Su Zhiruan, who, upon opening her eyes, saw two girls surrounding her. One, dressed in coarse hemp clothes and of a rather ordinary appearance, was squatting down with a basket set aside, looking at her worriedly, “Ruanruan, what’s wrong with you?”

“I’m fine, just a bit of a headache,” Su Zhiruan replied and looked at the other girl standing. She was average-looking but had very fair skin, and was wearing a pink cotton dress, looking down at her from above.

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“Since she’s fine, let’s go,” said the girl in the pink dress, Erya, pulling the other girl as she wanted to leave. As they walked away, she added, “She looks well enough to me. We need to take food to our fathers, and we can’t delay.”

“Ruanruan, you should go back and sleep then,” the girl said hurriedly before being pulled away.

Su Zhiruan, seeing that they both had left, was pleased as it allowed her to receive the plot.

“System, transmit the plot,” she instructed in her mind. Subsequently, the not-so-long identity information was sent to her.

This world was set in ancient times. The original host, Su Zhiruan, was an orphan from a young age, living in Su Family Village, raised on the charity of the villagers. A cultured Scholar, taking pity on her, had given her a name.

The “son of the plane,” Crown Prince Fu Huaichu of the Wang Dynasty, was known for his resolute and ruthless tactics and his cruel slaughters.

In the original plot, Erya encountered the heavily injured Crown Prince while on the back mountain. Thinking he was handsome, she brought him back. After he was healed, he left a hefty sum of money and was then taken back to the Imperial Palace by the ceremonial guard.

But after they left, a group of assassins intent on killing Crown Prince Fu Huaichu massacred the entire Su Family Village, leaving no one alive.

“The son of the plane was saved by Erya?” Su Zhiruan stood up, dusting herself off, and asked the system internally.

[He is still there; you can save the mission target first.]

“That’s fine,” Su Zhiruan, without much hesitation, slung the basket on her arm and headed towards the back mountain, “Let’s go see this mission’s target. If I can take the initiative and finish the task early, so much the better.”

The system didn’t say anything more, provided her with a general location, and then went offline.

As Su Zhiruan walked, she sorted through the circumstances of the original host.

When she was very young, the original host was left in Su Family Village. At that time, she was raised by several aunties, eating communal village meals as she grew up. The whole village was harmonious, everyone helped each other, and they were all her family. She would certainly not let the massacre from the original plot happen.

As she grew older, the original host apprenticed at a medical hall, learning some medical skills. After returning to the village, she made some money with this craft and even built her own small courtyard. At just seventeen, her life was quite good.

There were too few clues in the original plot, so Su Zhiruan decided to go to the back mountain herself. Along the way, she picked and placed medicinal herbs she found into her basket.

The forest was quiet, the snapped branches and leaves blocking out the sunlight, creating mottled shadows on the ground.

Su Zhiruan’s footsteps were light as she walked along the path on the back mountain.

The forest was silent, the air still.

Just as she was about to stop for a break and pick some wild fruit, she noticed blood stains on the leaves on the ground.

It seemed he must be nearby.

Soon, Su Zhiruan found the son of the plane, the Crown Prince, unconscious in the forest, his body covered in blood.

After parting the grass that stood half a person tall, a thick scent of blood assaulted her nostrils, and then, she saw Crown Prince Fu Huaichu.

The instant she saw his real face, even the worldly her couldn’t help but gasp in shock!!

Fu Huaichu was truly outstanding in appearance, even now with his eyes closed. His complexion shone brightly, skin so pale it almost dazzled, and his lips, stained with blood, seemed somewhat bewitching at the moment. His ink-black hair, tied up with a jade hairpin, cascaded down his back. His shoulders were broad, his waist narrow; he wore a long robe of crescent white, but at this time, his entire body was covered in bloodstains. The white clothes were soaked with fresh blood, and the jade pendant at his waist was broken, yet you could still discern the finely carved coiling dragon on it.

His features, cold while his eyes were closed, didn’t quite match the legendary image of him.

Almost the moment she saw him, Su Zhiruan made up her mind.

She stepped forward and gently shook the young man’s shoulders, “Sir, sir, are you alright?”

Fu Huaichu kept his eyes closed, motionless.

Su Zhiruan was just testing, and seeing that he was indeed unconscious, the rest would be easy—she just had to bring him back.

The original body she inhabited was pretty and frail, but having worked hard since she was young, she was naturally strong.

Using the materials around her, she tore strips of cloth from clothes, bandaging Fu Huaichu’s wounds as best she could, and cleaned the more noticeable bloodstains around them.

If there could be a heavy rain now, perhaps it would wash everything clean.

Su Zhiruan thought about the original storyline, where, after Erya rescued the transmigrator’s son, there was indeed a heavy rain.

She carefully helped Fu Huaichu down the mountain, bringing the unconscious young man back to her own small courtyard.

After helping him onto the bed, Su Zhiruan looked thoughtfully at the Crown Prince, wondering how the play would unfold when he woke up.

She conscientiously treated Fu Huaichu’s wounds again, applied medicinal powder, and then changed him out of his bloody outerwear. She found a dark-colored set of clothes she had worn before while disguised as a man and dressed him in it.

Having done all this, Su Zhiruan wasn’t idle—she went to the kitchen to cook porridge, timing it right to just before Fu Huaichu would wake, and with a bowl of porridge in hand, she walked into the room, demure and frail.

At that moment, Fu Huaichu had just woken up.

Having been chased and nearly killed, he had expected his pursuers to be thorough, yet to his surprise, he was still alive.

He tried to move his arm and found that the wound on it had been well treated, very clean, and even his clothes had been changed to a new set.

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Fu Huaichu was filled with confusion, his eyes narrowed, a sign of vigilance.

Then, the door was pushed open, and he looked over.

Entering his sight was a delicate and weak-looking young girl holding a bowl of porridge. Her eyes red, she seemed startled to see him awake, then walked in, approached him, and placed the bowl on the table, “You’re awake.”

“Who are you?” Fu Huaichu had no idea where he was, and seeing a young girl, he did not lower his guard, asking coldly, “Why am I here?”

“Do you remember who you are?” the young girl cautiously asked, stretching out her hand and waving it in front of him, “Do you have amnesia?”

“Amnesia?” Fu Huaichu’s eyes flickered slightly.

That was a good excuse.

Seeing the slight flicker in his eyes, Su Zhiruan had an idea. She pretended to be frail, to lower his guard. Since he had “amnesia,” it was time to create a sweet story.