Qiann Yan had never experienced childbirth before; her weary and broken body made her feel uncomfortable, and the excruciating pain in her abdomen 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 homes. For those with nowhere to go, settle them according to the procedure."
Qiann Yan glanced at the men and women shivering in the corner. This is war, very cruel. Such scenes she had seen too many times 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. Remembering 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 shimmering 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 someone who loved cleanliness.
"They've kept me locked up all the time, so I couldn't wash up, hence the dirt," the youth explained with an innocent face, "If Sister lets me go and gives me some water, I'll be clean in no time. 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 immediate 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 medicine?"
"Not only do I know medicine, but everyone calls me Divine Doctor," the youth boasted proudly, "The reason I've been safe here without suffering other things is entirely thanks to my medical 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 mean he couldn't figure it out himself. If he had prepared some 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 schemes.
"Sister, what's your name? 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, remember what you said. In the future, be ready to take a blade for me anytime."