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She sheepishly sheathed her precious sword, glanced at Murong Yin with a hint of resentment in her eyes, but Murong Yin's expression remained calm and composed.

She sheathed her precious sword in her sleeve, her face already pale, and turned to leave.

Watching Princess Xingluo walk away, the servant Yuan Qing turned to look at Murong Yin, his face also looking rather grim, and he couldn't help but mutter under his breath.

"Princess Xingluo has been deeply in love with you all this way, why do you harden your heart and reject her?"

Murong Yin remained silent.

He looked at the campfire, where the servant was still poking at the embers, adding firewood piece by piece, but unfortunately the fire just wouldn't get going.

Yuan Qing stepped forward to help the servant stir the fire, muttering as he did so, "Could it be that the young master still has his eye on that little vixen Lianhua? She's Ye Chuhan's woman, and she's utterly heartless towards us..."

"Yuan Qing".

Murong Yin spoke, but there was no reproach in his voice. He sat in his wheelchair, staring at the firelight, "That day, when you rescued me on the snow mountain, was there really no one by my side?"

"Of course not!"

Yuan Qing threw a piece of firewood into the fire and said decisively, "At that time, the young master was unconscious in the snow and it looked like he couldn't be saved. If it weren't for Princess Xingluo, I'm afraid the young master..."

"So, how did I leave the Tianshan Snow Gate?"

Yuan Qing stood there stunned by the fire, unable to answer the question.

The campfire is burning brightly.

The servant who was adding fuel to the fire beside Yuan Qing slowly stood up and once again shouldered the heavy bundle of firewood. The servant was short and thinly dressed, and carrying the thick bundle of firewood, he looked as if he might be crushed at any moment.

"Young man, wait a moment."

Behind the servant, Murong Yin's calm voice could be heard. He glanced at Yuan Qing, who quickly stepped forward and pushed Murong Yin's wheelchair all the way to the servant carrying firewood behind him.

The servant stood there motionless, his back to Murong Yin.

Murong Yin had just begun to speak when he said, "Young man, your hand..."

Upon hearing his voice, the servant seemed startled and rushed forward in a panic. However, Yuan Qing, with his long arms, reached out and grabbed the servant by the collar, pulling him back as easily as catching a chick.

"Our young master is talking to you, why are you running away?!"

The disheveled servant broke free from Yuan Qing's grasp, hurriedly knelt on the sand, trembling all over as he kowtowed repeatedly, sobbing incessantly; he was mute.

Yuan Qing glared at him, "Why are you kneeling down? We're not going to eat you!"

"Yuan Qing, stop talking."

Murong Yin was quite exasperated with his rude servant. He slowly pushed aside Yuan Qing, who was blocking the young man's way, and said in a low voice, "You've already frightened this young man."

Yuan Qing wisely stood behind the wheelchair.

Before Murong Yin, the short servant still trembled and knelt on the sand, his head buried deep, his hands on the ground, not daring to raise his head or move an inch.

“The desert is freezing cold, your hands are all cracked and chapped.”

Murong Yin, sitting in his wheelchair, leaned slightly forward and handed a bottle of anti-freezing ointment to the servant, his face gentle. "Take this ointment and apply it to the wound. Don't let it get worse."

The servant was mute and could not speak; he could only kowtow.

Murong Yin smiled slightly and placed the bottle of ointment along with the box of pastries in front of the servant. "Judging from your appearance, you probably haven't eaten anything yet. Take these pastries back and eat them!"

The servant boy, however, kept his head bowed.

"Young master, it's too cold here. Let me take you back to your tent to rest!"

After watching Murong Yin finish doing all this, Yuan Qing covered Murong Yin with a warm cloak, then turned the wheelchair around and pushed Murong Yin toward the magnificent tent guarded by golden-armored warriors.

The golden-armored warrior lowered his head and opened the tent curtain, revealing a warm and cozy interior.

The servant remained kneeling silently on the ground.

Until they were far away.

The campfire roared.

The servant girl, kneeling on the ground, slowly raised her head. Her hand grasped a bottle of antifreeze ointment. Her face was covered in dust, but her eyes were bright as water. Two lines of tears slowly welled up in her eyes, leaving two clear tear tracks on her dusty cheeks.

late at night.

Inside the ornate tent, a figure suddenly sat up.

"Yuan Qing!"

Upon hearing Murong Yin's call from inside the tent, Yuan Qing, who was keeping watch outside, immediately woke up from his dream. He hurriedly got up and rushed into the tent, blurting out...

"Young Master!"

Murong Yin fell from the bed to the ground. Her legs were crippled and powerless, and she could only hold onto the wheelchair with her hands. Her face was filled with anxiety and tension.

"Quick, help me out."

"Yes." Yuan Qing hurriedly stepped forward and helped Murong Yin into the wheelchair, then pushed the wheelchair from behind and asked with a puzzled look, "Where is Young Master going?"

"Outside!"