Under the scorching sun, the endless desert shines with a golden glow.
The sand dunes undulate, and the figure of camels slowly moves forward, drawing a swaying line in the sand sea.
On the top of tall sand dunes, there stand pristine white tower tips, marking this desert.
In the oasis, a clear river winds through the green willows.
A group of young boys from the southern Xinjiang are playing in the river, their laughter echoing along the banks.
A gorgeously dressed young girl from southern Xinjiang sits by the river, holding a slender gourd flask to fetch water.
Her robe is brightly colored, and her headscarf is adorned with metal ornaments that shimmer in the sunlight.
This tranquil and peaceful scene resonates with the vast mountains stretching along the desert's edge.
A caravan of camels passes by, and the members of the group greet the girl, who shyly nods in return.
The jingle of camel bells fills the air as the caravan gradually moves away, disappearing behind the sand dunes.
The girl picks up the gourd flask filled with clear water and walks back to the village along a small path, filled with joy.
Baixi stands on the top of the rolling sand dunes, gazing at the vast desert.
A gentle breeze stirs her silver hair, and her eyes are filled with longing and anticipation for resurrection, as if she can already see her grandmother after being revived, everyone gathering and laughing, the long-lost reunion bringing a sense of serenity.
Baixi gently brushes her wind-blown hair and then gathers her silver long hair.
She skillfully divides the strands into three sections and winds them around her wrist.
Then, using a green hairband, she ties her long hair into a high ponytail.
Her hand accidentally touches the sides of her head, and she feels two small bulges there.
"What is this?"
She pinches the protrusions, feeling a slight pain.
The pain does not come from the surface, but from deep inside her skull and flesh.
"It's strange how this pain seems to be connected to the flesh and blood of my body."
Suddenly, the change in her body makes Baixi frown. This appearance is definitely not the typical human body structure. Helpless, Baixi can only wear a hat and continue walking toward the village ahead.
"This is quite troublesome," Baixi murmurs quietly.
She has to constantly be mindful of hiding her identity, afraid of exposing her secret. At the same time, she needs to find information related to resurrection as quickly as possible. Otherwise, if her mother finds her, she will surely be severely reprimanded.
Thinking of her mother's stern gaze and endless lectures, Baixi couldn't help but shudder.
This situation is considered favorable, as with her mother's unpredictable temperament, it is highly likely that she would have snapped her leg in a fit of anger.
After all, Baixi knocked out the guard and escaped from the palace, and the token she used to leave the city was a forgery.
Baixi trembles at the thought of her mother's stern gaze and endless lectures.
This situation is considered favorable, as with her mother's unpredictable temperament, she is highly likely to directly break her leg in a fit of anger.
After all, Baixi knocked out the guard and escaped from the palace, and the token she used to leave the city was a temporary forgery, taking advantage of her princess status to deceive the gatekeeper.
Before long, Baixi enters the village.
The village is bustling with activity, with smoke rising from cooking fires, creating an illusion of harmony and tranquility.
But as an outsider, Baixi still attracts some curious glances from the villagers.
The reason is Baixi's stunning appearance: tall and graceful, fair and beautiful, with a height of nearly 185 centimeters.
This is rare in the village, so many villagers frequently glance or turn their heads, full of curiosity about this beautiful and tall outsider.
Who wouldn't want to take a few more glances at such a tall and beautiful girl!
Baixi, feeling slightly uncomfortable, continued walking at a steady pace, trying to avoid too much attention.
However, her tall stature was too eye-catching, and soon villagers caught up to her and started chatting, asking her why she was here and if she was lost.
But with Baixi's height of nearly 1.85 meters, she was impossible to miss.
Curious villagers quickly caught up and started chatting, asking her why she was here alone and if she was lost.
This enthusiastic approach made Baixi feel awkward.
She didn't want to reveal too much information, so she evaded and simply said she was just passing by and would be leaving shortly.
But it seemed like the villagers had no intention of letting her go, as they continued to surround her and ask questions.
Baixi had no choice but to continue making excuses, but inside, she became more alert, fearing her true purpose would be discovered.
She decided to quicken her pace and shake off these uncomfortable villagers as soon as possible...
"Hmph! Men. Just a girl from out of town, and yet so friendly," a woman said with disdain.
From her tone, one could tell that she had some grievances about the attention Baixi's beauty was attracting.
This only proved her jealousy!
Baixi had a beautiful face and delicate features. Her fair and translucent skin, paired with bright red lips, highlighted her porcelain-like complexion.
Although Baixi was a young girl, her attractive appearance and graceful figure exuded the elegance and grace of a young lady.
Who wouldn't like such a girl?
In comparison, the village woman had freckles covering her face, making it slightly rough.
She was short and chubby, wearing loose and oversized clothes that looked like a smaller version of a nightgown, revealing a round belly, giving her the appearance of a rural peasant woman.
Her dry, curly hair was greasy, emitting a strong odor that made people nauseous.
In her hand, there was a chubby white bug, about the size of a thumb.
The bug had a round body and looked extremely sturdy and cute.
It had four small, pink fleshy legs, crawling on the village woman's hand.
"In terms of looks, I've won," the freckled woman thought to herself as she squeezed the bug to death and threw it towards Baixi.
Baixi, already highly alert in this unfamiliar environment, reacted swiftly. She pretended to have been hit by a stone and luckily dodged the bug thrown by the freckled woman.
"Damn it! This brat is so lucky! She managed to avoid it by pretending to be hit by a stone. Unfortunately, this appearance-transforming bug of mine…" the freckled woman fumed inside, but on the surface, she still wore a welcoming expression towards the outsider.
Baixi glanced at the freckled woman from the corner of her eye. The old woman had just thrown a white bug. What was the purpose of that bug?
It couldn't have been thrown randomly; there must be some sinister plot behind it.
"I sneaked out. I know too little about the Southern Frontier. Next time, I should do more research before sneaking out," Baixi thought to herself as she stood up, brushed off the dust from her clothes, and continued walking towards the inner part of the village, ready to find an inn for accommodation.
She soon arrived at a relatively large inn and tossed a bag of Bella coins at the front desk.
"Give me the best room you have here and some hot food and snacks," Baixi said casually.
"Alright!" The innkeeper eagerly agreed and instructed his staff to prepare.
After a while, the innkeeper led Baixi to a spacious and bright room upstairs.
"Please come in, everything is ready, miss. Feel free to make yourself at home. Whatever you need, just let us know."
Baixi snorted softly and walked into the room...
Baixi walked into the room and looked around.
Although it was not as splendid as the chambers in the palace, it was quite spacious and bright.
The room was tastefully decorated, with elegant and practical furniture, exuding an air of simple luxury.
Baixi nodded in approval, somewhat satisfied with the environment.
She walked to the window and lifted the curtain to look outside.
Through the window, she could see people coming and going downstairs, as well as the scenes of daily life in the opposite buildings.
Baixi gazed out the window, lost in thought...
She saw the freckled old woman walking towards the inn. It seemed that this person was not to be trusted and was trying to follow and investigate her.
