The Eighth Princess, who had been missing for a long ti, now resided in the deep mountains. While various factions were puzzled about her whereabouts and curious whether she was alive or dead, no one expected that the Eighth Princess was living an ordinary life like a common village woman.
After falling off the cliff that day, the Eighth Princess was severely injured but fortunately rescued. She had thought at that ti that with her injuries, it was impossible to leave that vast gorge, not to ntion the people in black at the top of the cliff—were they truly that stupid? If they couldn’t find her corpse, the master behind those people in black surely wouldn’t let it go.
Therefore, the Eighth Princess was quite anxious, knowing she had to find a way to save herself if she didn’t want to sit and wait for death. Yet, self-rescue is easier said than done and requires favorable conditions. Luckily, her fortune was good; she encountered a woodcutter, a kind-hearted man who took her away before the people in black descended into the valley to search.
The woodcutter lived in a mountain village, a secluded place seldom known by outsiders. The n and won in the village, many have never left the place to see the outside world their entire lives.
In the past, the Eighth Princess, who was accustod to a life of luxury, would not have tolerated such a harsh and barren environnt. But now, things are different; no matter how great her ambitions are, she must first heal her injuries.
In this place, she hid her identity and claid to be surnad Huang, a rchant’s daughter, intending to visit relatives but robbed by bandits on the way.
The villagers, simple and honest, never doubted her story.
The woodcutter had three brothers, and the one who saved her was the eldest brother.
In Dayuan, there are more n than won, and in this village, the won are even scarcer compared to the outside.
"Da Lang, your brothers have been looking for a wife all these years, and you haven’t found anyone yet. Didn’t you rescue soone the other day? Why not keep her here?"
The one speaking was an old villager, and Da Lang, with a simple and honest appearance, laughed and said, "Though the girl went through an ordeal, we can’t take advantage of her, can we? I might not be literate, but at least my second brother has so learning; we aren’t lacking in basic morals."
The old villager sighed, "But you three brothers can’t continue like this, without a woman at ho, everything is inconvenient. Moreover, at your age, you should have been fathers already, but you... alas!"
The old villager sighed again. Da Lang scratched his head, feeling a bit upset about this situation.
The three brothers have grown old enough, but due to poverty and lack of looks, and with the village won being scarce and choosy, they looked down on the brothers. Though one must be self-aware, their parents passed away early, and the brothers grew up on the charity of villagers, who watched them grow up.
Thus, even if there was no parental pressure to marry, the elderly villagers worried about them.
Unfortunately, the brothers knew their limitations well and didn’t dare hope for wives, living their lives as they were.
Da Lang, worried, walked back ho, holding a small silly chicken. He had exchanged fine grains from ho with an old villager to get this chicken.
He thought to himself about stewing the chicken to help Miss Huang recover from her injuries. But just as he was about to enter his ho, he heard a sudden "ah" sound.
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