"Are you doing this on purpose? I've never seen anyone so precious about nursing an injury. My husband chopped wood for the family even when he was hurt; are you even a man?"
Nangong Qian had gotten used to it, it seemed, and was calmly dodging Muniang's razor-sharp tongue. He caught a piece of fruit and began to eat it nonchalantly, his fastidiousness having abandoned him during these days in the mountains.
"I was coddled since childhood, not rough-skinned like your husband. If you're in such a hurry, why don't you do it yourself?" Nangong Qian raised an eyebrow.
Muniang glared at him fiercely. He was doing it on purpose! She disregarded him and turned to gather firewood instead.
"General, there's been a movement from Nangong Qian's people."
These past few days, Yu Ze had barely slept, constantly searching along the river, not willing to let go of even the slightest hope.
"Where are they?" Yu Ze's eyes flashed.
