Chen Mo ordered the entire army to scatter and be on high alert, then set up a military tent at the bottom of a slope. He carried Zhao Qianyi into the tent and went to the mountains to gather some herbs. With the wound healing medicine he carried, he returned to the tent.
Fortunately, during the time he exchanged messages with Yunxi, Chen Mo had flipped through the Great Song Plants many times and recognized some herbs for treating internal injuries.
Zhao Qianyi lay on the ground covered by a cloak, her brows furrowed tightly, her face covered with beads of sweat, murmuring at the corner of her mouth.
Her features were sharp and distinct, possibly due to years of guarding Tiger Prison Pass and fighting battles everywhere, causing her skin to be sun-kissed to a wheat color, with a honey-like sheen.
Her nose was thin and prominent, her lips tight and pursed.
But that superior beauty was so apparent that no one would mistake her for a man.
