"Master, please try it. How does it taste?"

Frost came over with the roasted meat wrapped in leaves. The wild boar was quite large and plump, so it should taste good.

Mo Lan took it, pierced a piece with a bamboo skewer, and put it in her mouth.

"Not bad, the heat is just right." Seeing the pieces of roasted meat cut into pieces, Mo Lan shook her head helplessly. Han Shuang was meticulous in her work, and with her around, she didn't have to lift a finger.

"There's chicken soup simmering in the pot; it'll be ready in a bit."

Mo Lan ate a few pieces of roasted meat, looked at Han Shuang, and advised again, "When we're traveling, you don't have to be like this in everything. Just make do."

"Your Majesty is overthinking this. It's just what I could do, nothing at all." Han Shuang stood up, her expression still calm.

"Normally, although I've taken advantage of you quite a bit, I genuinely consider you a friend." With Han Shuang around, Mo Lan always felt like a useless person, lazy and indolent.

"It's nothing, Master. You don't need to worry about it. Assisting you is my duty." Han Shuang looked at Mo Lan calmly, her tone completely unwavering.

Looking at Han Shuang, especially her overly calm eyes, Mo Lan always felt that this person's heart was like still water.

"Ahem~, I've already told Karen to keep an eye out. If he comes across Snow Mountain Jade Dew, he should buy it. It will definitely remove the scar on your face."

No woman is indifferent to her husband's appearance, no matter how indifferent she may seem.

Han Shuang paused for a moment, raised her hand to touch the raised scar on her cheek, lowered her eyes, and bowed her head with her fists clasped.

"Thank you, Master. Actually, I never intended to remove this scar. Its existence will always remind me and keep me vigilant..."

Before Han Shuang could finish speaking, Mo Lan interrupted her, "No need to be wary. Whatever happened in the past, even if there are no scars, will leave a hurdle in your heart. I know you have a knot in your heart, but you can't let it affect your life. We have to look forward, not stay where we are."

As Mo Lan spoke, she stood up and patted her shoulder, "If you don't want to talk about it, don't force yourself. Once you've resolved your inner conflict, it's not too late to talk about it later."

Han Shuang: "Thank you, Master."

The hatred of being deceived and the pain of being disfigured are things she will probably never be able to let go of for the rest of her life.

Every family has its own troubles. Han Shuang was unwilling to talk about what she had gone through, and Mo Lan never asked. As long as Han Shuang was loyal to her, that was enough.

After eating the barbecue, Mo Lan drank a bowl of soup before she felt completely comfortable.

"Alright, you guys take your time eating. I'm going to change shifts and take a walk around the woods." Mo Lan stood up and walked out of the woods.

"Master, I'll go with you." Han Shuang washed her hands, gave Cui Sheng a few more instructions, and immediately followed Mo Lan's footsteps. They switched the guards to eat, and the two of them found a secluded place to chat.

The mountain breeze at night brought a chill; although it was early summer, it was still quite cold inside the forest.

"Master, are you cold? Should I go and get you a coat?"

"No need, I brought one." With that, Mo Lan tossed her a cloak made of gray squirrel fur. Although it wasn't expensive, it was practical.

Han Shuang hugged the cloak in her arms, her eyes filled with doubt. Why didn't she remember her master wearing this?

"Don't overthink it, and don't be curious. We both have secrets we don't want to talk about. As long as it doesn't affect our agreement and loyalty, nothing else matters."

Mo Lan glanced at her and whispered a warning.