"Mother, I want to go too."

He Yi and Huo Xiaolong stayed at the brothel for a while, and the woman finally heard her daughter's words. Dressed in white, He Yi looked at her daughter with tender eyes and said softly...

"Okay, Mother will go with you."

Even if we don't let her go, what can we do? She'll still find a way to go. My daughter's personality is just like her father's; they're both stubborn, the kind of stubborn people who can't be swayed by ten oxen once they've made up their minds.

"Little sister Long'er, where are you going?" Hou Xiangxiang called out to her friends, looking at the mother and daughter walking out.

"I need to go help out at the city wall."

Hou Xiangxiang couldn't understand what such a young girl could do, so she continued...

"Aren't you...aren't you too young?"

It's pointless for someone too young to go; they'd be lucky if they didn't cause trouble for others.

"But I'm quite strong, so even if I just carry their crossbows, it's still helping them out."

The little dumpling was led out of the brothel by her mother. She couldn't chatter any longer. Madam Hou's face was gloomy, and Hou Xiangxiang's desire to go out with her was written all over her face.

Her daughter is capable and knows martial arts, unlike Hou Xiangxiang.

"I'll go with you!"

"No! Xiangxiang, you can't be silly at a time like this!"

Mr. Hou and his wife sat quietly in the back, watching their daughter educate their granddaughter.

"But Mother, I want to help too."

"What can you do to help!?"

"..."

The little girl remained silent, startled by her mother's tone, and her eyes immediately welled up with tears.

There were almost no Xiongnu left on the streets; they had all been killed by the local people, who would attack them in groups of two or three. As the Wang family of three walked toward the city wall, they also glanced at the Fengyue Tower along the way.

Upon learning that her friends were already heading towards the city wall, Wang Dani gave Hou Xiangxiang a few instructions and quickened her pace.

Long'er and Dani'er can go, but I can't.

The little girl was a bit unhappy and felt uneasy, but she didn't know why.

"Want to go?" Master Hou said softly to his granddaughter.

"Um."

"Then let your mother take you."

"How could that be, Grandpa? My mother doesn't want me to leave the brothel at all," the little girl said, sounding a bit aggrieved.

"Shall I give it a try?"

"Okay! I'll give it a try!" Hou Xiangxiang nodded vigorously.

The little girl shook her mother's sleeve twice and said...

"Mother, can you take me to the city wall?"

"Didn't I already say that?..."

“I don’t think the city wall can be breached. Besides, even if the city gate is breached, we’ll all die anyway. The outcome will be the same,” Old Master Hou chimed in, supporting his granddaughter.

"Dad! Don't spoil her now!"

"Didn't you want to go too?"

The former prefect's wife and the old lady of the Cheng family were also there. The old lady nodded to the woman and her granddaughter and said...

“Go if you want to. You just want to shoulder too much responsibility. You have to live for yourself at least once in your life. How do you live for yourself? You do what you want to do. It’s not like it’s anything immoral. No one in your family objects to you. Go, and take Xiangxiang with you.”

Madam Hou knelt before the elderly people, and Hou Xiangxiang behind her also knelt down with a thud, just like her mother.

"Father, Mother, Madam, if I can return alive... I will definitely take care of you in your old age and see you off in your final days. If I don't come back..."

"If we can't come back, then our family will be reunited. Go quickly."

This woman had just emerged from the mire and was living a carefree life at home, keeping accounts. But from the moment the Huns stepped through the city gates, she wanted to go and help.

Her deceased husband was the prefect. Although she was unhappy in the mansion, her food, clothing, and daily necessities were all provided by the people of the border town, and she had to repay them.

Even if she doesn't know martial arts, as long as she can help in the slightest... even just a little bit... it's better than hiding in the house and not going out.

"Hey kid, what brings you here too?"

"My mother brought me here!"

"Da Ni'er and I have to go up the city wall. You...you need to protect yourself down here," Huo Xiaolong said to his girlfriends.

Beneath the city walls, all the houses on both sides of the street were filled with wounded soldiers. Doctors, led by Gu Shilin, hung their medical bells at their doors, which jingled in the wind.

"You little girl from the Hou family, come here! Sew this man's wounds up!"

"ah?"

"Stop 'ah'ing and hurry up, little sister!" Huo Xiaolong was stretching out her two hands, asking her mother to put on her armor. Although she didn't want to wear it and felt it was heavy, her mother said that if she wanted to go up, she had to wear it, otherwise her butt would be ripped open.

"I've never sewn a person before!"

Haven't you ever sewed kittens, puppies, calves, or ponies?

Miss Hou's embroidery needles were gone. Huo Xiaolong replaced the needles and thread used for mending clothes with finer and stronger curved needles and catgut thread. The two girls ran around the alley every day, taking any sick livestock or pets to Doctor Gu's clinic for treatment, and then Hou Xiangxiang would sew them up.

Huo Xiaolong had this idea from the moment he saw the little girl sewing the white dog for the first time. What a wonderful embroidery skill! It's a pity she's not a surgeon.

The wounded man was Li Wei, the soldier who had given Sun Ye the pancakes. The once-spirited man now had blood streaming down his stomach, an eight-inch-long wound oozing red blood. Hou Xiangxiang's hands trembled slightly, and tears blurred her vision.

"Hou Xiangxiang!"

It's normal for the little girl to have this reaction when she sees someone who is about to die for the first time, but there's no time for her to adjust now. Huo Xiaolong came to her side and slapped her face hard.

"No one in Pingyang County knows how to suture wounds except you. If you don't stay calm, these people will be beyond saving. They can't live! Do you remember him? He's the soldier who gave Xiaohuzi the sesame seed cakes. Only you can save him! Only you! Even Doctor Gu can't!"

Hou Xiangxiang gradually calmed down. Looking at her younger sister, who was a head shorter than her but was preparing to go up the city wall to help, she took a deep breath.

Let's do it!

The little girl turned around, took out scissors and needle holders from her crossbody bag, and threaded the needle.

It's strange, I used to do embroidery every day when I was in Beining, but I found it incredibly boring back then.

Now, she is incredibly grateful to be the inheritor of the Hou family's embroidery techniques. She learned embroidery from a young age, which is why her hands are so steady and she can stitch wounds so tightly and well.

She didn't hold her girlfriends back.

Lady Hou, standing nearby, smiled as she watched her daughter's focused and silent expression. She was proud of her daughter; she herself didn't possess this skill, but that didn't matter, she could learn it.

She's been doing needlework for over twenty years; she can't be inferior to her daughter, can she?

"Is there still this needle?" Lady Hou asked.

Yes, it's in my pocket.

There are many curved needles and sheep gut sutures, all made for her by Huo Xiaolong. Almost all the sheep gut sutures used to make jerky are here. Oh, and there's also...