Raising My Children With My Personal Spatial Ability

Chapter 57: Which Qian Jiyun?

They were unsure of what to do next. The Chief was anxious, so he summoned the Junior Officer to discuss this matter. They had to think of a way for everyone to survive.

However, they could not decide on anything.

An Jiuyue thought for a moment and replied, “You can roast the wild boar meat in the afternoon today. I’ll go back into the mountains later to see if I can hunt anything else. We can also ask everyone to gather more vegetables. There will be enough to eat.”

“You’re going into the mountains again?” Aunt Ju looked at her worriedly.

“I’ll look around again,” An Jiuyue said.

There were so many people here. They could not possibly survive on vegetable porridge alone.

“I’ll bring out the other piece of wild boar meat from my kitchen if we are really out of food. We have to let the people eat. We can’t keep everyone starving.”

…

After everyone had some vegetable porridge in the afternoon, An Jiuyue carried the two sleeping babies upstairs so that Zheng’er and Rong’er could watch over them.

Picking up her bamboo basket, she entered the mountains again.

This time, she was accompanied by someone. It made her feel a little uncomfortable.

“Why did you follow me?”

“It’s dangerous in the mountains,” the man calmly replied as he walked beside An Jiuyue.

He was right—it was dangerous in the mountains. It was even more dangerous now that many animals were fleeing due to the flood.

An Jiuyue was confused.

She wanted to ask if he could not tell that she lived on the mountain. How would she be afraid of danger if she lived here? Besides, she genuinely believed that it was more dangerous having him around.

However, she could not stop him from following her either. He was worried about her, so she could not take his goodwill for ill intent.

“Alright, you can follow me if you want. I—”

“Qian Jiyun.”

“Hm?”

She was interrupted before she could finish her sentence. She stopped in her tracks and almost lost her balance, nearly toppling over.

She looked up at the man in a daze, her beautiful eyes visibly startled.

“What did you just say?”

“I’m Qian Jiyun,” the man repeated his name.

An Jiuyue couldn’t help but cough. “Ahem, ahem!”

For the first time in her two lives, she choked on her saliva. She almost cursed the man to death silently.

“What did you say your name was? Qian Jiyun? Which… which Qian Jiyun?”

Which Qian Jiyun? Does this young lady know someone with the same name as me?

“Do you know someone named Qian Jiyun?” he asked.

“No, no,” An Jiuyue denied, shaking her head hurriedly, “I meant to ask you how your name is written.”

She came up with a reason quickly to hide her shock.

Is this person the same Qian Jiyun I’m thinking about?

No, no, no, that’s not possible! That scum is already dead. How can he still be alive?

“Master, what’s wrong? Is there a problem with this person?” Wei Na found it strange that its master seemed so uneasy.

“Why are you feeling so guilty towards a stranger? Did you do something wrong?”

“As if!” An Jiuyue snapped angrily, “Don’t you know who Qian Jiyun is? He’s the Host’s short-lived husband! Why would I be feeling guilty?”

“Huh?!” Wei Na choked.