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Mu Changqing returned late. Yin Luo, in a daze, knew he was back, but he did not disturb her. Before dawn, he went out again and did not return. As for Yin Luo, she ended up sleeping until the sun was high in the sky.
Fortunately, she had previously asked Mu Changqing about hunting, and he had said she could rest and did not need to go out and show her face. This gave her the opportunity to take care of her own matters during this time.
Her fingers brushed against something hard at her waist, and a light sparkled in her eyes. She then called for someone to attend to her grooming.
The person who came in was naturally Su Yi.
"Did the princess sleep well?" Seeing Yin Luo looking refreshed, Su Yi also felt pleased and said, "The hunting earlier was quite lively. Several princes were competing with the emperor over their hunting achievements, so right now, the spoils they brought back are almost piling up like a mountain."
Yin Luo rotated her ankle and examined the injury on her foot. Without lifting her head, she replied, "That's good. With all the excitement ahead, we can enjoy some peace back here."
Su Yi smiled and said, "Indeed! Many of the ladies have gone out. Aside from the princess sleeping, there is no one else in this camp area."
"Did Ye Qingge go too?"
Su Yi nodded: "Cousin Miss looked exceptionally beautiful today and went into the woods with the prince, saying she wanted to accompany him to win the competition!"
Hearing this, Yin Luo's lips curled slightly in a cold smile: "Her? It's already good enough if she doesn't hold him back."
After finishing her grooming and taking a stroll around the camp area, Yin Luo remembered her meeting with Mu Fengyan that evening. He had been the person who helped her the most since she arrived in this ancient time. He had helped her make gun parts, and if she didn't give him something in return, it would feel inappropriate.
After thinking for a moment, Yin Luo found a piece of wood and a dagger, and began to carve seriously.
It was something that could not possibly exist in ancient times. On the palm-sized piece of wood, Yin Luo carved a cartoonish emperor, dressed in luxurious clothing, with an elaborate hairstyle and a proud, cynical expression.
It was a very cartoonish version, with a large head and a small body. This was something seen countless times in modern times. Although Yin Luo's craftsmanship was not great, it could barely be considered recognizable. The little wooden figure had a big smiling mouth, looking particularly radiant.
Once finished, Yin Luo went to Mu Fengyan's large tent and dug a small pit not far behind it to bury the wooden figure. After that, she returned to her room, waiting peacefully for nightfall.
Before night fell, news came that Mu Changqing had achieved victory, and Ye Qing Ge received countless praises, beaming with pride.
"This Cousin Miss is always hanging around the prince. Even if she clings to him for a lifetime, he will never marry her!"
"Alright, Su Yi, this matter isn't really significant. The prince is busy; it's actually better this way, isn't it?"
Su Yi pouted but didn't say much more. After serving Yin Luo dinner, she went out.
Night came quickly and was very dark. The camp behind was calm while the front was filled with songs and dances.
Yin Luo tidied herself up and was just about to go out when Su Yi suddenly walked in from outside, her eyes bright: "Princess, the prince sent someone to invite you to join him for the banquet."
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