After all, Ji Qingwu remembered that the man before her was the unspeakably noble Emperor.
So, she just handed him the copper water pot she used for her flowers and plants, letting him do the graceful work of watering them off to the side.
As for the rough work of digging soil and unearthing roots, she would do that herself.
It was the first time Emperor Wu Su had ever seen someone ask him for a reward—not for fame or fortune, but for him to help them with chores. What a novelty.
Just then, Ji Qingwu waved her small trowel at him. "Your Majesty," she said, "these that have fallen over... their roots and stems haven't broken. We can still save them."
She had even used the word "save" for a medicinal herb.
She never looked down on any form of life, and plants were no exception.
Ji Qingwu crouched among the colorful array of medicinal herbs. With her small trowel, she nimbly and carefully dug up a plant by its roots, excavated a new home for it, and settled it in.
