Qiann Yan had never experienced childbirth before; her weary and broken body made her feel uncomfortable, and the excruciating pain in her abdon almost made her faint.
Three days of fierce battle, she did not know how the original owner managed to endure it.
"Identify them and send them back to their original hos. For those with nowhere to go, settle them according to the procedure."
Qiann Yan glanced at the n and won shivering in the corner. This is war, very cruel. Such scenes she had seen too many tis before, and her heart was nearly unperturbed.
"General, you don’t look well. You need to rest." Under the light, the person beside her noticed Qiann Yan’s face was as white as paper, and her gait was obviously not as nimble as before. Rembering that she had just gone through childbirth a few days ago, their heart ached, "The battle is won, General, go back and rest. We will take care of the remaining matters."
"Mmm."
Qiann Yan turned to leave the tent when the sound of chains dragging on the ground echoed, followed by a tug on her clothing. She instinctively went to kick away, but the person dodged quickly, making her turn back to see.
"Sister, don’t be so fierce, I’m not a bad person."
"I’m weak and easy to hurt."
Qiann Yan: "..."
The youth before her wore white clothes, though unfortunately, they were a bit dirty.
The youth’s face was relatively clean, with bright, clear eyes shimring faintly with moisture. Lowering her gaze, Qiann Yan noticed his hand, which was grabbing her clothing, was a bit dusty.
Despite being dirty all over, one could tell he was soone who loved cleanliness.
"They’ve kept locked up all the ti, so I couldn’t wash up, hence the dirt," the youth explained with an innocent face, "If Sister lets go and gives so water, I’ll be clean in no ti. Sister, you’re also dirty and need a wash."
The implication in this last sentence was clear: everyone is dirty, so let’s not be disgusted with each other.
"Don’t just stand there; your body is severely deteriorated and needs imdiate bed rest," the youth continued when Qiann Yan didn’t respond, "Otherwise, in a few years, your body will break down; forget wielding a sword, even walking will be difficult."
Qiann Yan finally showed a bit of interest, eyeing the youth who was taller than her: "You know dicine?"
"Not only do I know dicine, but everyone calls Divine Doctor," the youth boasted proudly, "The reason I’ve been safe here without suffering other things is entirely thanks to my dical skills."
Qiann Yan mocked, "So capable, yet you got yourself locked up? Why not whip up two pills to kill them all?"
The youth was a bit dumbfounded. Yes, why hadn’t he thought of that?
His master hadn’t specifically taught him how to concoct poison, but that didn’t an he couldn’t figure it out himself. If he had prepared so poison earlier, would these guys still dare to lock him up?
Ah, how infuriating.
Seeing the youth’s frustrated expression, Qiann Yan lightly tapped the chains at the youth’s feet with her giant sword, breaking them with a snap.
The youth saw this, quickly thrust his hands out, indicating there were more.
Qiann Yan complied.
The freed youth gave her a radiant smile, which didn’t affect her.
This youth was clearly no simple character; with such eloquence, he surely had a stomach full of sches.
"Sister, what’s your na? I’m Xun Zihuai," the youth introduced himself, sidling up to Qiann Yan, no longer tugging at her clothes, speaking to himself, "From today onwards, I’m yours. I cannot repay the grace of saving my life, except by offering myself in return."
Qiann Yan glanced at him: "Fine, rember what you said. In the future, be ready to take a blade for anyti."
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