Ye Jiuge was speechless. She pointed at the bundle and said, "Qing Mama, do you hope that I will die faster by making me wear these clothes to gather medicinal plants in the mountains?"
"Bah bah bah! Children's words can do no harm, so why speak of death?" Qing Mama glared haughtily at Ye Jiuge before she laughed mischievously and said, "What do you know? Men love delicate women. If you do not create some opportunities for the hero to save the damsel in distress, how will he fall for you?"
Her Eldest Miss is good in every aspect, except that she is too plucky. No man would dare woo her if he considered himself her inferior.
As such, Qing Mama had prepared Ye Jiuge's things with the utmost care.
If the Eldest Miss sprained her ankle at the foot of the mountain, Lord Bai could carry her uphill on his back. It would be even better if there were a drizzle, and the two of them could start a fire in an abandoned and run-down temple. That would be perfect.
