Transmigration: How to Allure a Man

There was no one else by her side. Only now did Qing Qing have time to think about the strange things that had happened during this assassination attempt. For example, why was there such a huge difference between Song Yingyao's previous actions? For example, the man in black didn't kill the witness, Song Yingyao, and seemed to know her, but these were all things that Qing Qing couldn't understand no matter how hard she thought about it.

Although he was puzzled, Qing Qing didn't plan to ask Xiao Qi about it this time. There was still a long road ahead of them, they might as well rely on others to train themselves.

After about an hour, Duanmu Yu Ling, with two fish in one hand and some wild fruits in the other, smiled at her from afar.

Qing Qing leaned against the tree as she waved at Duanmu Yu Ling like she was waiting for her husband to return home late. When he was almost there, she smiled and said, "You're back. I really didn't know you could catch fish." He held the tree up and was about to walk over to grab the fish when his body swayed and he almost fell to the ground.

Duanmu Yu Ling also broke into a cold sweat and placed the fish on the ground. The wild fruit he was holding also scattered on the ground. He anxiously came over to support Qing Qing and said, "Don't move. From what I see, aside from a scratch, your leg must have twisted."

He touched his undergarment and magically took out some herbs, "When I was looking for wild fruits, I saw these herbs, so I brought them back." After he finished speaking, his ears started to turn red. Actually, he had specially found this for her, and he had taken the wild fruit along the way.

Qing Qing pretended not to see his embarrassment. She took the herb from his hand and smiled. "How do I use this?"

Duanmu Huanghun glanced at Qing Qing, then at her injured foot. He took the herb and gently chewed it before spitting it out into his hand. He half knelt on the ground and placed the herb in his hand over Qing Qing's injured foot.

Qing Qing was a bit taken aback. She hadn't thought that Duanmu Yu would be able to do this. She withdrew her feet and said, "Your majesty, let me handle this."

"Don't move." Duanmu Huanghun was slightly displeased, but he kept his feet in place. After he applied all of the herbs, he picked up a leaf and covered it with a leaf. He then picked up a vine and twirled it around his feet, carefully pressing the herbs against his ankle.

"Don't move for the next few days. There's something you need to tell me."

Puzzled, Qing Qing asked, "Your Majesty, how do you know how to catch fish? Do you know how to treat wounds as well?"

Duanmu Yu Ling's expression darkened as he said, "I never told you that I wasn't raised in the Imperial Palace. Before I was ten years old, I lived a secluded life with my grandfather. That place is very similar to this place; it needs to be self-sufficient."

The original owner really didn't know that since the original owner's father was a pure official, he wouldn't talk so much behind the monarch's back like other people. Before the original owner entered the palace, he had hinted that because of his childhood experiences, Duanmu Yu Ming was both affectionate and cold-hearted.

Qing Qing saw the sorrowful look on Duanmu Yu's face and hugged him back in time. She didn't ask him about her grandfather, but she guessed that because her grandfather had died and no one had taught him, the late emperor had taken him back. However, why did the late emperor dislike Duanmu Yu Ling so much? He didn't know if there was some sort of secret behind this, but if the late emperor really did hate him, then why did he hand the throne over to him?