Thirteenth Prince was determined to go, and Seventeenth Prince's attempts to dissuade and persuade him were to no avail. In the end, he could only ask that Thirteenth Prince not go alone.

On this day, the Thirteenth Prince, disguised as a grain merchant, went to the place where he usually met with the White Lotus Sect. He waited for a long time but no one from the White Lotus Sect came, so he secretly left a message and went back to wait.

On the other island, although the White Lotus Sect had won the initial battle, they had also suffered heavy losses. The Green-Clad Hall Master, responsible for the care of the wounded, was already overwhelmed with work. The rooms prepared for treating the wounded were already packed with people, and wounded soldiers were being continuously brought up from the foot of the mountain.

The wounded lay scattered on the ground, a sea of ​​blood. The green-clad leader, hearing the painful groans filling the room, felt a pang of heartache. Healers hurriedly moved through the crowd, carrying basins of hot water in, which turned into bloody water, and then out. When there weren't enough gauze, they cut strips of cloth from their own clothes to bandage the wounds.

The leader of the green-robed hall grabbed a healer and asked anxiously, "How is the treatment of the wounded going? How many wounded are there?"

The healer bowed to the green-robed hall master, shaking his head uneasily, and said, "Reporting to the hall master, there are already more than two hundred wounded on the island, and wounded from the foot of the mountain are still being sent up. Although we are doing our best to treat them, but..."

The Green-Clad Hall Master said urgently, "But what? All these wounded must be saved..."

The healer immediately knelt before the green-robed hall master, frowning and lamenting, "But the island's medicinal herbs are insufficient. We can only perform the most basic bandaging now. Without medicine... I'm afraid these wounded won't survive two days..."

The green-clad leader stumbled, his heart pounding with panic. He broke out in a cold sweat, and a maidservant quickly steadied him, saying, "Master! The Qing army is definitely waiting around here. We can't get out..."

The green-robed leader shook off his hand, looked at the horrific scene in the room, gritted his teeth and said resolutely, "No, even if we have to charge, we have to get out. I can't just watch my sisters sacrifice themselves... I'll go and report to the sect leader now..." The maid, who was a thousand feet behind, said excitedly, "If you want to go, please let me go with you..." The green-robed leader looked at the maid with relief and nodded with gratitude.

Zhu Wanqing had anticipated this situation and hesitated regarding the Green-Clad Hall Master's suggestion. She was concerned for his safety and also worried about potential ambushes on the island. The Green-Clad Hall Master insisted on leaving the island alone, so Zhu Wanqing had no choice but to agree, repeatedly instructing him to be careful.

That night, the Green-Clad Hall Master secretly took his maid and sailed out to sea from the other side of the island in a small boat. The night was deep and quiet, and there was no unusual activity on the island.

As dawn broke, the Green-Clad Hall Master reached the shore. He and his maid changed into peasant women's clothes, covering themselves up completely, and carefully carried their baskets into the street. They then discovered that the outskirts of Songjiang Prefecture were teeming with Qing soldiers. The Green-Clad Hall Master hid not far from the pharmacy, patiently observing. For several hours, the Qing soldiers remained guarding the pharmacy, and the Green-Clad Hall Master had no chance to approach it.

It turned out that the Thirteenth Prince had already made arrangements, ordering the Qing army to strictly guard all the grain and medicine shops in Songjiang Prefecture. Right now, the island's biggest shortage was grain and medicine, and only in this way could the White Lotus Sect members have no choice but to come to him.

Sure enough, the Green-Clad Hall Master panicked. The people on the island were waiting for the medicine to save their lives, and the Green-Clad Hall Master couldn't afford to waste any more time. He was anxious and uneasy.

"Master, why don't we try to find the merchant who delivered the grain to us before? Didn't he say he had many connections? Maybe he can get us some medicinal herbs from elsewhere... Besides, the island's food supplies are running low, so since we're out here, we might as well buy some together..." The maid suddenly suggested. The green-robed master agreed, and the two hurriedly went to the place where they had met with the Thirteenth Master before. Sure enough, they found the message the Thirteenth Master had left behind.