Chen Yuexin's eyes were red, and after sniffing, she spoke in a low voice, "Thank you, Princess."
There was a pavilion nearby.
Chu Baihan led Chen Yuexin over there and then gave an order to someone hidden in the shadows, "Go fetch the things for grinding the medicine."
"Yes, Princess."
Soon, a Hidden Guard brought them over.
Chu Baihan picked up the herbs they had just plucked and began to grind them into a paste.
"Princess, the wound on your forehead is more serious," Chen Yuexin said, her voice filled with anxiety.
"I still have medicine for myself. As a woman, you cannot have scars on your hands. Stretch out your hand."
Chu Baihan spoke calmly.
Chen Yuexin hesitated for a moment but still extended her hand.
Aside from the marks of the whip, there were also many calluses on her hand, showing the hardships she had endured.
But…
Wasn't her hand a bit too large?
Chu Baihan held the other's wrist, then looked strangely at those fingers.
