Muo Qi and Heng Ting sat nearby playing with building blocks. Seeing her awake, they brought her half a bowl of meat soup.
“Miss, have some to pad your stomach,” they said.
“Save it for Heng Ting!” Ye Hui said weakly, glancing outside. The sunlight was perfect, and the mountain air was much fresher than outside. However, the standing soldiers looked dispirited, apparently hungry.
“Heng Ting has already eaten. Mother should eat,” Heng Ting put down his building blocks and held out the bowl to his young mother.
“Good son, let mother have a moment,” Ye Hui smiled and kissed her son’s little face, then lowered her head to drink the soup. It had no taste at all, as they had run out of salt days ago. The royal chef had picked up some salty stones from the mountain to cook with the soup, but the flavor was still incredibly bland.
After finishing the soup, Ye Hui asked, “Where is everyone else?”
“Young Master Li and two princes have gone to nearby counties to seek rescue and haven’t returned. Master Qin took some soldiers into the mountains to hunt. Before leaving, he instructed me to take good care of the young master. Oh, and Black Wolf went along to guide the way.”
Black Wolf was an expert at finding prey, and thanks to him, they had managed to hunt many animals these past few days.
Since the day she had said the wrong thing and completely offended Black Wolf, he would ignore her every time they met, as if she had committed a grave offense. How frustrating – did animals these days have such strong self-esteem? But she understood that Black Wolf was no ordinary animal.
Ye Hui played building blocks with Heng Ting for a while, then feeling stifled, went out of the tent. Across the way, she heard shouting – her fourth martial sister Ma Cuiyun was teaching Wugu Li how to squat in a horse stance.
Not long after, Ye Hui screamed and reached her peak, grabbing wildly with both hands. A chrysanthemum just brought from the wild was crushed in her hand, with petals pinched between her fingers, juice splashing on her snow-white skin, indescribably seductive.
“The chrysanthemum is beautiful,” he whispered in her ear.
“Yes…”
