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The villagers were not unaware of the herbs in the mountains, but most of them were dried and could only be sold for a meager amount. They often dug up these herbs, but they simply couldn't fetch much money.
"Qi Chong's Wife, aren't you making things difficult for us?" one villager complained. "Take this fairy grass for example; although it grows abundantly, it's worthless and no one buys it. We can't even gather enough tax silver in half a month."
Qi Chong jumped down from the donkey cart and pointed to his leg. "I spent thirty taels just to treat this leg, relying on my wife and Qi Rong to go up the mountain every day to dig for these herbs. Believe it or not, if you don't believe, you can leave."
Yu Chunmiao raised her voice, "I will never give you the Fairy Grass Honey Recipe. Right now, I only have one way to help you. I'm busy and don't have time to waste talking with you. If you want to learn, come with me up the mountain, and I'll teach you how to identify herbs."
The villagers whispered among themselves for a moment before deciding to follow Yu Chunmiao up the mountain. Qi Chong handed the donkey cart over to his brother and followed closely behind her.
After a long absence from the mountain, the path was overgrown with thorns and brambles. Qi Chong broke off a slender bamboo stick and led the way, swinging it in front of him. With a deft motion, the bamboo sliced through the air with a whooshing sound, clearing away branches and leaves as he went.
When they reached a small stream, Yu Chunmiao used a branch to dig out a plant of Banxia, intending to teach the villagers about it.
"Isn't this Sanbu Tiao? It's poisonous! Qi Chong's Wife, are you trying to trick us?" one villager exclaimed. "This stuff grows by the water; I've never heard it can be sold for money. You don’t need to poison us just to play tricks."
Yu Chunmiao pressed her forehead in frustration, feeling a heaviness in her chest that made her reluctant to speak further.
Qi Chong grabbed Yu Chunmiao's hand and said to the villagers, "I'll help you one more time; just let my leg break again."
Yu Chunmiao was pulled along, feeling utterly dispirited. The villagers remained where they were; their opinions no longer mattered.
Seeing her unhappy expression felt like a thorn lodged in Qi Chong's heart. He blamed himself for getting involved and thought he shouldn't have paid them any mind. "Don't be upset," he said softly.
Yu Chunmiao pouted and nodded, still looking pitiful.
Bending down gently, Qi Chong said, "Don't you always talk about those hugs and being lifted high? How about I lift you up? I'll raise you high."
Yu Chunmiao pointed at the messy branches overhead. "If you lift me high now, I might end up with a face full of flowers."
After thinking for a moment, Qi Chong simply scooped her up under her arms. Yu Chunmiao instinctively wrapped her legs around his strong waist.
"I'll carry you first, and when there are no more trees, I'll lift you higher," Yu Chunmiao said.
Qi Chong, with a playful grin, leaned in and pressed his lips against hers, leaving a vivid red mark on her delicate lips. Before the sensation could fade, he kissed her again.
He promised to lift her high, but Yu Chunmiao never expected it to be this exhilarating. The man held her waist firmly, lifting her as high as he could and spinning around. It wasn't enough; he tossed her up into the air and caught her again.
"Again! Again! This is so thrilling!" she exclaimed, wanting more.
Each time he tossed her up and caught her, it made her forget all her worries, and a smile lingered at the corners of her lips.
In her previous life, her dreams had abruptly ended when she fell from grace. Now, in a new environment with new dreams, she never imagined they would come true like this.
As Qi Chong carried her while walking, he continued to steal kisses. Even as they neared home, he was reluctant to set her down. Throughout the journey, his eyes sparkled with affection, and his tender smile never faded.
Yu Chunmiao cupped his handsome face, playfully rubbing her nose against his. But suddenly, their laughter froze as she was set down. The warmth in her eyes turned cold as she followed his gaze.
There stood Wu Dayong at the door, his hand poised to knock but halted upon seeing them. The servants led two horses and bowed respectfully to the couple.
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