The feeling of surviving a disaster, it turns out, is so good.
Lying on the grass, looking up at the sky.
Although her body was cold and shivering, she felt fortunate to see the blue sky and white clouds at this moment.
At least, she was still alive.
"I've changed," Chu Qianli emerged from the makeshift tent and walked up to Feng Dingchu.
"I have some Hanfu and ancient costumes left from before. Would you like to try them?"
Chu Qianli's gaze swept over him, and she nodded, "Yes, it seems our builds are similar, even our heights are similar."
Both were close to 1.9 meters tall, with muscular physiques, the kind that looked slim in clothes and well-built out of them.
Moreover, looking closer, there was even a slight resemblance in their brows and eyes.
"If people didn't know, they'd think you were Prince Xuan's elder brother!" Chu Qianli said this jokingly.
However, Feng Dingchu's heart stirred slightly.
Seeing the fleeting gloom in his eyes, Chu Qianli narrowed her eyes, lowered her head, and leaned closer to him.
"Could it be true?"
"What?" Feng Dingchu lowered his gaze, avoiding her eyes.
"Your surname is Feng, you know that woman, and you've known her for many years. You and Prince Xuan, and even the Fourteenth Prince, have some... resemblance. No way? Are you really from the royal family?"
"I am not," Feng Dingchu sat up, took the clothes from her hand, and quickly went into the tent to change.
How could he not be? He was clearly avoiding her gaze, feeling guilty?
He was indeed from the royal family, but whether he was a brother to Feng Yexuan and the Fourteenth Prince, or an elder, she didn't know yet.
Qian Sui City, the God of War Prince...
No way?
Was he the God of War Prince of the previous generation of Bei Ming? The Ninth Prince?
Feng Dingchu emerged from the tent after changing, and as soon as he stepped out, he heard a shout: "Ninth Uncle!"
His expression changed, and he looked up abruptly.
He saw Chu Qianli smiling at him, "It's you! It really is you! The God of War Ninth Prince, the Lord Qian Sui who became famous in his youth!"
Feng Dingchu's expression was not very pleasant, but he quickly composed himself.
He wasn't angry, nor was he sad.
He just felt a little helpless.
"It's not a good thing for children to be too smart."
"I'm not a child."
"Where are you not small?" Feng Dingchu's gaze swept over her, and finally, he curved his lips into a smile, "Compared to ordinary sixteen or seventeen-year-old girls, you are indeed quite a bit smaller."
At first, Chu Qianli couldn't quite understand what he meant.
Until she also looked down.
With just one glance, her face instantly turned crimson!
"I've just lost weight recently!" It wasn't like this before, how... how could it be like this now, like an airport?
No, people aren't airports, it's just that the clothes are a bit loose!
Yes, she really lost weight. Her old clothes were very loose on her...
She didn't know why, she ate and drank well, but she just couldn't gain weight and kept losing it?
However, what did it have to do with him?
"You are old and disrespectful!" Chu Qianli said angrily.
Feng Dingchu had already withdrawn his gaze and sat aside, beckoning her, "Girl, come here."
Chu Qianli walked over, still a little indignant.
"I'll grow back soon!" This figure now was definitely not her true strength!
"Alright, alright, come here, let me see your hand."
Feng Dingchu, being an elder, naturally wouldn't argue with her about this.
In his eyes, Chu Qianli was just a child.
His hand landed on her wrist, gently turning it. His brow furrowed slightly, "Why is Long Xiyue's Qiankun Chain in your hand?"