Chapter 325: Discovering the Trace of Tea Trees in the Jungle

Nan Qinghuan stared at him, bewildered and stunned, "Cut off your wings?"

What does that mean? Everyone here is watching her, no one expected Rongdi to say that. Still, Nan Qinghuan doesn't understand, but she unhesitatingly reaches out, "Fine, you said it, Rongdi. If our two sides truly get along without fighting, your people will be like ours. Please treat my senior brother well."

She is actually asking Li Xiang for a place to settle; Li Xiang doesn't want to come to the Ying Tribe, and he can't accept Ying, and he doesn't force her either.

The senior brother is right; he has his choice and she can only respect it!

Rongdi hears this and bursts into laughter, placing a hand on Li Xiang's shoulder, "Don't worry, Qinghuan, I'll get along well with the priest; my tribe still depends on him."

That night, the Ying Tribe revels in extreme merriment.

It is the most extreme celebration in Ying Tribe's history; after drinking, Li Xiang gets so happy he even sings a song called "Hope on the Field."

"Our hometown lies on hopeful fields, smoke drifts over newly built houses…"

The singing and laughter fill the ears.

That night, the Ying Tribe's candles blaze brightly.

Early the next morning, Rongdi and Li Xiang are about to leave; Nan Qinghuan insists on seeing them off, and accompanied by Ying they escort Rongdi and the others to a place called Snake Mountain.

"Junior sister, don't see us off, we're leaving. Take care of yourself; when you have time, senior brother will come back to see you."

Li Xiang also can't bear to part with Nan Qinghuan, but now he sees the truth: Ying treats Qinghuan so well that even as a man he feels jealous.

So he blesses them.

"Senior brother, winter is approaching here; how do you spend winter over there?"

"Don't worry, we won't freeze to death. I see you have many cotton saplings here; next year I'll plant some for warmth."

"Alright, take care."

The senior brother and junior sister are reluctant to part; Li Xiang gives Nan Qinghuan a deep look before turning his gaze to Ying. In the past he would never have spoken so much to Ying, but now it's different.

"Ying, may I speak a word with you alone?"

Hearing this, Ying slightly frowns, "What do you want to say?"

In the small forest, Ying and Li Xiang stand together. Li Xiang takes a deep breath, "Treat my junior sister well; I won't think of taking her away anymore. Ying, I used to dislike you—do you know why?"

These words he feels must be said; Ying furrows his brow, "You hate me for not letting Qinghuan go?"

He has self‑awareness.

Li Xiang gives a bitter smile, "It's not entirely that. I resent that a wild man like you could win her heart, but these past days I've seen and heard things—you truly treat her well, which overturns all my notions about wild people. I bless you and Qinghuan, and also bless your child. I'll turn my love for Qinghuan into familial affection. Rest assured, I'll keep an eye on Rongdi for you, so he won't keep erring. That's all, I'm leaving."

"Love?"

This is the first time Ying has heard of love.

He only knows liking and joy; what is love? "Li Xiang, what is love?"

Li Xiang knows that wild people don't understand love, yet he has done it all.

He smiles, "Qinghuan loves you, and you love her likewise; that's love."

Leaving that, Li Xiang quickly departs, while Ying keeps pondering that word.

Love.

So that's love.

After Li Xiang leaves, Nan Qinghuan hurries after, sees Ying standing there lost in thought, "Ying…"

Ying, seeing her arrive, rushes forward and embraces her, "Qinghuan, I love you."

Nan Qinghuan, bewildered by the embrace, wonders, "Love? He says he loves her? You just said…"

"I love you; I've always loved you. I love you and our child. Qinghuan, I'll give you the best so you become the happiest woman, okay?"

Those words move Nan Qinghuan even more, "Did senior brother tell you that?"

It must have been Li Xiang; otherwise this man wouldn't suddenly think about love.

Ying just gazes deeply into her eyes, never enough.

"Alright, I'll take you to see the wooden bridge. Youchao Xuan said the bridge is completed; later we and Yao can pass through it. Let's go."

At noon, the sun blazes fiercely.

When Nan Qinghuan sees the bridge truly finished, she can't help but marvel at how capable this person is. A few days ago it was a treacherous mountain range; now the wooden bridge spans like a long snake. Though not as wide as a modern road, it's enough for a carriage to pass.

"Ying, Goddess, what do you think of this wooden bridge?"

Youchao Xuan and Ashu rush over to show them; Nan Qinghuan is naturally pleased, "Great, with this road communication will be easy. In the future the two peoples can travel freely, and we can even extend the road to senior brother's side; Rongdi will surely be delighted."

"Exactly, we can exchange goods with each other, so we no longer need to go to Shanhai Yishi."

Nan Qinghuan feels Ying's heart is becoming ever broader; he truly can tolerate senior brother and forgive Rongdi. This man is destined to become the sole king of Jiuzhou Dadi.

She always thought her arrival was a misunderstanding; later senior brother also arrived, and his arrival spurred the development of the primitive tribe. It seems they were not lost wanderers.

Perhaps this is fate.

Nan Qinghuan dares not imagine the future, but Ying truly has changed a lot.

He is growing and becoming stronger.

The wild man she once wanted to escape from now possesses everything a king should have.

His wise insight also looks far ahead.

This is what she admires even more.

He rescued Rongdi from the Emperor Crocodile, which proves his broad‑heartedness.

"That's wonderful; this road brings so many benefits. In the future we can trade with the Wolf Tribe, and they can trade us their goods."

Youchao Xuan is pleased, but Ashu is a bit worried, "Ying, we really need to coexist peacefully with Rongdi; that Li Xiang…"

"Don't worry, Ashu; if you doubt someone, don't employ them, if you don't doubt, employ them. I believe this time Rongdi truly repents. Ying saved him, so he won't repay kindness with hatred. Let us forget the deep blood feud between our tribes and Rongdi; perpetual hatred hinders development."

"But…"

"Ashu, Qinghuan is right; I rescued Rongdi with that thought. Peaceful coexistence without fighting is better than anything. Winter is coming; we must harvest the rice well and prepare for winter."

Ashu truly thinks Ying has changed; he steps forward, looks deeply at him, "Ying, you've really changed; if it were the past…"

The person's words hadn't finished when Ying interrupted them, and they grinned, showing a set of white teeth.

"People always become better and better, don't they?"

His tribe grew larger, and now the biggest enemy Rongdi had become a friend; from now on, they would do more things.

Youchao Xuan was also a man with unique insight; he could see far and also see what the future would look like.

"That's right, I also think this time Rongdi is sincere; they even gave the Goddess that Iron Knife, so this time can't be wrong."

Nan Qinghuan naturally believed it as well; if this senior brother could let go of his knot, then Rongdi could do the same.

With the senior brother's help, it will be better later.

She seemed able to see carriages gathering in busy clusters across the Ancient Land, a scene of flourishing prosperity.

"Once this road is completed, we down here can build carriages; later we can have people ride them, and we can go out even on rainy days."

"Carriage?"

Ying and the others all wanted to know what a carriage was; they had never seen one, only heard Nan Qinghuan mention it.

Nan Qinghuan was about to explain, and coincidentally she saw something that delighted her, which was… "Hey, stop!"

"Qinghuan, don't run, slower."

Ying didn't know what she had seen, hurriedly ran forward, grabbed her arm, "Qinghuan, don't run around."

"You all stop cutting trees; these aren't ordinary trees, leave them all."