Yun Ran still trusted her intuition; she felt that she probably wasn’t the kind of absurd and foolish person.

Immediately, she waved at those who were eagerly watching her: "Everyone, leave!"

Perhaps this Divine Envoy identity was indeed very useful here.

The group of people, even though somewhat unwilling, didn’t dare to make any excessive moves. After bowing obediently, they left.

However, from their retreating backs, Yun Ran could still tell that at this moment they seemed like withered eggplants.

But Yun Ran was hard-hearted and wouldn’t let others’ feelings affect her own mood.

Once everyone had exited, Yun Ran’s gaze finally fell upon the food placed on the table not far away.

Although at first glance the taste might not seem great, Yun Ran didn’t know why she had such a judgment.

However, this did not stop Yun Ran from striding over firmly. At this moment, taste was secondary; the important thing was to fill her stomach first.

As it turned out, just as Yun Ran suspected, these foods were merely barely edible for her.

Yun Ran’s face did not change in the slightest, nor did she slow down her eating because the food tasted mediocre.

Only until the hunger gnawing at her body subsided did Yun Ran set her chopsticks down.

The people waiting outside seemed to have sharp ears. As soon as Yun Ran put down her chopsticks, they knocked and entered, clearing away the table full of leftovers.

Throughout the process, they made no sound, very quiet; ignoring the initial knock, it was as if they could be entirely disregarded.

After taking a stroll in the courtyard to aid digestion, Yun Ran returned to her residence.

Only then did she notice that there was actually a bathhouse next to her room, with water steaming inside.

This sudden sight made Yun Ran, who hadn’t felt the need for a bath, suddenly itch all over.

As she walked towards the bath, a scene quickly flashed through her mind but vanished too fast for her to grasp it.

Yun Ran slightly frowned, carefully examining the bathhouse, but the mental picture didn’t reappear.

After entering the bath, as the hot water soaked into her body, Yun Ran soon stopped concerning herself with the fleeting image from earlier.

She just closed her eyes and enjoyed the present moment, though she still felt something was missing.

If only someone could massage her shoulders and occasionally feed her some fruit, it would be perfect.

As soon as that thought surfaced, the previously fleeting image suddenly connected.

Yun Ran: ....

So, at first glance at the bathhouse, she actually thought about how to be waited upon!

At this moment, Yun Ran felt a bit confused; if she hadn’t been served before, how could she think this way?

So, before she lost her memory, was she really a scoundrel?

Otherwise, how could she so naturally enjoy the feeling of being served?

"Sigh, when will this inexplicably lost memory return..."

If she had her memory, she wouldn’t have to be so cautious. Yun Ran felt she wasn’t the type to enjoy being taciturn.

Most people didn’t sleep well that night, except for Yun Ran.

As dawn broke, Yun Ran donned her Vestment robe once more.

When she took it off last night, she had examined it carefully; her clothes were vastly different from others’.

All indications showed that her identity should be without issue.

Once again facing the subordinates, who appeared tough, Yun Ran skillfully adapted to her identity as Lord Divine Envoy.

"Lord Divine Envoy, we must head to the altar this time. Along the way, we’ve encountered many who wish to resist us. We wonder if you could accompany us on this journey..."

The speaker’s tone was noticeably cautious and ingratiating.

Yun Ran didn’t speak, just nodded slightly.

Immediately, arrangements were made for Yun Ran’s departure; ox carts and the like had long been obsolete.

Yun Ran calmly sat in the luxurious carriage that appeared before her.

Surrounded by people on tall horses, such a scene was unmistakable to any eyes.

A significant figure was on the move; only the foolhardy would dare to rush forward recklessly.

Initially, Yun Ran was quite satisfied with this mode of travel.

Yet after a distance, Yun Ran found that this luxurious carriage was genuinely less comfortable than an ox cart lined with dry straw.

At least, an ox cart wouldn’t jolt her to the point she felt her entire body might fall apart.

Yun Ran lifted the carriage curtain, looking distastefully at the surrounding road, feeling she hadn’t suffered such hardship before.

Seeing Yun Ran lift the curtain, those beside the carriage quickly approached, softly inquiring, "Lord Divine Envoy, do you have any instructions?"

Even in her memory loss, Yun Ran’s innate rebelliousness remained.

She wouldn’t let her subordinates know she found the ride in the carriage uncomfortable.

Maintaining an air of aloof superiority: "Nothing, continue forward!"

But after lowering the curtain, Yun Ran’s previously straight back immediately slouched, her brows furrowing together.

The carriage continued to shake, and Yun Ran went from initial discomfort to slowly adapting, eventually closing her eyes to rest.

Suddenly, a neighing sound from a distant horse was followed by the abrupt halt of the carriage.

Yun Ran even heard the clanging of metal, then screams rang out.

"What happened?"

Outside the carriage, a subordinate’s voice soon responded: "Lord Divine Envoy, it’s a group of idiots blocking the road, but they’ll be dealt with soon."

The calmness in the subordinate’s voice was like speaking of eating or drinking, so Yun Ran stopped concerning herself.

Indeed, as the subordinates outside the carriage predicted, the skirmish quickly ceased, and the carriage resumed its journey.

Unbeknownst to Yun Ran, a group of raggedly dressed people were bound with ropes, herded like cattle to follow their convoy.

It was only at the next resting place, when the carriage stopped, that Yun Ran saw this scene.

Noticing Yun Ran’s gaze lingering momentarily on the bound individuals, a subordinate immediately stepped forward to explain: "Lord Divine Envoy, these are the ones who tried to ambush us and ruin the ceremony."

Those captured were bloodstained, appearing completely devoid of the strength to resist.

Yet, Yun Ran’s eyes precisely fixed on one among them.

"Bring that person to me!"