Mang Mountain, the imperial army was stationed here.
It rained for three days and nights, destroying the roads ahead. The military officers worked in the rain to repair the roads for two days, but they couldn’t completely clear them.
In a candle-lit barrack, a palace maid dressed as a servant, Huanhuan, entered with a tray of fresh wild fruits: "Your Highness, these are freshly picked by this servant. Please try them."
Shangguan Yun said indifferently: "I have no appetite, you eat them yourself."
"But these are specially prepared for Your Highness, my hands are scratched." As Huanhuan spoke, she revealed the wound on her hand.
Getting along these days, Huanhuan had already discerned the Princess’s temperament. The Princess was not entirely resistant to soft persuasion, but as long as she acted pitiable, she generally wouldn’t be too hard.
Shangguan Yun looked at her swollen hand, sighed, and said: "Put it on the table."
Huanhuan happily placed the fruit on the small table.
Shangguan Yun picked up a bright red fruit and thought of the three children far away, wondering how they were doing.
"Your Highness, General Wang requests an audience."
A guard’s voice announced from outside the barrack.
"Come in." Shangguan Yun said.
Huanhuan sensibly moved behind the screen and began to tidy Shangguan Yun’s clothes.
"Your Highness, Ye Qing requests an audience."
Ye Qing’s voice also came from outside the barrack.
"Both come in." Shangguan Yun said.
Wang Man and Ye Qing entered the barrack together.
Ye Qing didn’t go to war with the army; he was ordered by the National Master to deliver medicinal materials to the front line. He departed a few days late, only catching up because the imperial army was delayed by the rain in Mang Mountain.
Wang Man always looked down upon the shamans of the National Master Hall and didn’t regard Ye Qing seriously at all.
Ye Qing didn’t mind, he respectfully saluted Shangguan Yun: "Princess."
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