In her previous life, Qi Yue had grown up amidst the spittle and vilification of others from her teenage years; there was no scenario she hadn't seen.
Faced with gossip of this magnitude, she might as well have been deaf.
But Shen Yu couldn't sit still. She would quietly give food to that woman; whenever the Zhao Family stewed chicken soup, she always saved a bowl for her.
She thought Qi Yue didn't notice, but from early on, none of this had escaped Qi Yue's eyes.
Qi Yue not only didn't stop her but also deliberately added medicinal herbs that replenished qi and nourished the blood to the bowl, and whenever she stewed chicken soup, she would catch an extra bird.
On the third day, the exile procession had already entered deep into the Dayuan Uninhabited Area.
The continuous mountains stretched on, and if it weren't for Guan Yidao's year-round familiarity with this route, he would have led everyone astray.
That evening, the group stopped to rest again.
