Xiang Ying stepped out of the space.
Seeing Zhao Yushi being stopped by Qi Fengyi and the Seventh Princess, they wouldn't let her near Xiang Ying's tent.
Zhao Yushi's hair was slightly disheveled, her face a mix of shock and joy.
She had the crazed look of someone grasping at straws for salvation.
Xiang Ying folded her arms, raising her eyebrows, "What are you here for?"
Zhao Yushi's voice rose with joy: "Elder Princess! You really can cure this disease."
She pointed towards a few water bandits.
"He, I saw him two days ago, so sick he was about to die, lying motionless on the ground; and him, vomiting blood."
But now these people were all well, eating from a big pot.
Not only were they fine, but their faces were ruddy and their eyes bright.
Those who were tormented by diarrhea looked weak and ghost-like.
It was thought that Xiang Ying had been exiled here, living a life worse than pigs and dogs.
