After the last enemy was slain, Pang Lan finally breathed a sigh of relief, looking at Su Xinyi who was sitting on a rock tearing a strip of cloth to bind her wound, pondering how to report this to the prince.
Not only Su Xinyi but also almost everyone there who survived had injuries to varying degrees, but all of them had looks of joy on their faces. The enemy messengers had been thoroughly dealt with, and now they were just waiting for the grain transport team to enter the Guan Pass. Compared to those who died in battle, what were their injuries?
Soon, Su Xinyi felt the sound of footsteps approaching, and as she turned her head, she saw Yan Junchu walking toward her from the mountain. His gaze fell on her hand that was wrapping the wound.
He squatted down to help her with the bandaging, his movements gentle and his expression calm.
Su Xinyi looked at Yan Junchu, who seemed calm as usual, but for some reason, felt like sitting on pins and needles. What was she afraid of?
