Chapter 3058 Happy New Year!
The leader of the aborigines expressed even more gratitude, leading her clansmen to promptly pay respects to Mo Lian and his companions.
Her Excellency Lady Qiaoqiao and the others naturally didn't understand the enthusiastic words of the female aboriginal leader. She spoke animatedly in front of them.
Eventually, Qiaoqiao turned to Mo Lian. "What did she say?"
"She's praising your Hubby for being benevolent and kind. He's the Hubby of the Divine Province. She even complimented him for having a beautiful wife and mentioned that we're especially compatible."
Her Excellency Lady Qiaoqiao glanced at her short limbs and couldn't help but chuckle ironically inwardly.
Hubby seemed unable to comprehend the native female leader's words, so he translated blindly. Given her appearance, how could she be considered especially compatible with Hubby?
Did Hubby think she was a fool?
"Truly." Mo Lian gazed at her seriously. "I never lie to my Qiao."
"I wrote a letter to the city lord of the nearby Spring City. They should be able to move into the city and settle down in five days," Mo Lian said with a smile. "That's why Da Wa and the wise man are especially grateful to your Hubby. Once I mentioned that you're my wife, they naturally praised you endlessly."
Her Excellency Lady Qiaoqiao's eyelids twitched uncontrollably.
Mo Lian continued, "Let's stay here for another day or two. This is the only route to the Sun Moon Holy Hall. Don't worry; Holy Son Miyan will undoubtedly bring people here. We'll just wait here for them."
Qiao Mu: …
So Holy Son Miyan and the others were still adrift in the Spring River?
Why did she suddenly feel a sense of desolation for His Excellency the Holy Son?
"Qiaoqiao, what's wrong?"
"No, cough, nothing." Qiao Mu waved her petite hand, and Mo Lian gently carried her to the small table to sit down.
Soon, the sumptuous breakfast was served. Qiao Mu, not in the mood to care about anything else, focused on savoring her shrimp dumplings and cubilose porridge.
As for Holy Son Miyan?
Hic, just let him float.
Two days later, the female leader of the natives warmly welcomed an envoy from Spring City. That night, she bid farewell to the Crown Prince and followed the emissary from Spring City, leading all the natives to Spring City.
On the third day, at ten o'clock in the evening, the once-empty yurt camp finally welcomed a group of "old, weak, sick, and disabled" with food on their faces.
Holy Son Miyan caught sight of Mo Lian and the others at a glance and instantly heaved a sigh of relief. "Ah, Crown Prince Mo! Chen Prince, y-you're all here?"
So, these people were much faster than them?
For the past three to four days, Holy Son Miyan had been floating on the Spring River. Initially, he swung in the wrong direction before turning back, repeating it a few times before finally determining the correct direction.
That was why he arrived so late.
Moreover, he had been enduring a difficult time these few days.
On one hand, he worried about the fate of Mo Lian and the rest. On the other hand, he feared that some unforeseen event had occurred in the temple.
He firmly believed that the mutation of the Holy Daughter had nothing to do with the temple. This anomaly was likely because the Holy Daughter had secretly joined some evil cult, leading to her current state.
How could such an aberration occur in the Lunisolar Shrine?
Impossible!
Holy Son Miyan led a group of people, spending a considerable time in the river before finally climbing ashore. They approached Mo Lian, Duan Yue, and the others.
"Fortunately, you're all unharmed. Take a moment and ensure none of your companions are missing."
"We intend to rest here for three days before…" Holy Son Miyan's voice paused, and her peculiar gaze fixed on Qiao Mu. Unable to contain her surprise, she exclaimed, "Eh? You? How did you end up like this?"