Beiliang, inside Yiqin Hall.

After having lunch, Miao Nanyan prepared to read for a while.

In this quiet palace courtyard, Miao Nanyan could only talk to the palace maids and read storybooks to pass the long and somewhat boring time.

"Your Majesty, how about I read you this book, 'Tales of the Northern Kingdom'?" Yun Jin handed over a book.

"Yun Jin, how can your strange tales compare to the love story of Scholar Xie and Miss Sheng?!" Xiang Ling snatched the book from Yun Jin's hands.

"You two, aren't you ashamed!" Miao Nanyan laughed as she looked at the two of them and pinched Xiangling's cheek.

"Your Majesty, it's all Xiangling's fault..."

Before Yun Jin could finish speaking, a palace maid walked in.

"Your Majesty, a guard has come to deliver a message," said the palace maid standing guard at the entrance of the bedchamber.

"Let him in."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Yun Jin tidied up Miao Nanyan's clothes and hair accessories.

"This humble servant greets Consort Nan."

"Get up, what is it?"

"Your Highness, His Majesty has sent me to deliver a message: tomorrow, Your Highness is requested to take your military uniform and depart for the military camp in the western suburbs," the guard said, bowing his head.

"Oh, right, His Majesty also said that Consort Nan should bring her medicine chest and commonly used medicinal herbs."

[Should we bring a first-aid kit?]

Miao Nanyan understood that she might need to help Baili Yingfeng treat the soldiers' illnesses and injuries on her way there.

"Bring a medicine kit? Aren't there any medics in the military camp? Our Lady is the King's concubine, are you expecting her to clean the soldiers' wounds?!"

Xiangling questioned the guard, her face full of displeasure.

“This…” The guard scratched his head somewhat embarrassedly.

"Xiangling, don't talk nonsense." Miao Nanyan shook her head at Xiangling.

"Well, I don't know either. But I've heard His Majesty mention it before. It seems that the enemy launched a surprise attack in the middle of the night, and the army doctor and cook in the camp were killed."

"What?!"

[The enemy is really something; last time they came to assassinate us in the palace, they even killed the imperial physicians.]

"Wouldn't it be very dangerous for my lady to go?!" Yun Jin couldn't help but ask.

Miao Nanyan took a step forward, blocking Yun Jin and Xiang Ling's way, preventing the two maids from questioning the guard.

"Where is the king?" Miao Nanyan asked.

"His Majesty and Lord Chen have already set off for the military camp."

"His Majesty said that it is cool at night and that His Majesty should set off early tomorrow morning."

"Alright, I understand."

Miao Nanyan glanced at Yun Jin. Yun Jin was not very willing, but seeing her master's firm gaze, she had no choice but to nod.

"My lord, this servant will see you out."

Yun Jin glanced around and, with great tact, slipped some loose silver into his hand as they walked.

"That won't do," the guard hurriedly refused, glancing around as well.

"This is a small token of our Lady's appreciation. We hope you will continue to trouble us in the future."

"We are all just servants. If there is anything you need in the future, Your Highness, please just say the word."

The guard had no choice but to accept the loose silver coins.

...

Early the next morning, Yun Jin and Xiang Ling moved the clothes and utensils they had prepared the night before onto the carriage.

"Your Highness, please take good care of yourself." Xiangling's eyes were a little red.

"Don't worry, it's just a change of residence." Miao Nanyan gently touched Xiangling's face.

"Besides, Yun Jin is here with me, so you can just stay in Yi Qin Palace."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

After boarding the carriage, we soon left the palace and headed west along the rugged mountain road.

...

As we approached the military camp, the road became increasingly narrow.

"Your Majesty, the carriage can't get through ahead. We may have to ask you to walk," said the coachman.

"How much further ahead?" Miao Nanyan lifted the curtain of the carriage and looked outside.

"It's just past this little hill," the driver pointed ahead.

“Okay.” Yun Jin helped Miao Nanyan climb the slope, followed by several guards carrying bundles and boxes.

As she was walking, Miao Nanyan saw an elderly man with white hair sitting on the ground ahead. He seemed to be trying to get up but could not.

"Sir, are you alright?"

Miao Nanyan stepped forward and placed the medicine box on the ground. She squatted down and asked the old man, and saw that he was pressing his ankle with his hand, his face contorted with pain.

"I just twisted my ankle, and it hurts terribly. I can't stand up anymore." The old man was sweating profusely from the pain.

"Sir, I know a little about medicine. How about I take a look and see if it hurts here?"

Miao Nanyan placed the old man's cane aside and gently pressed the dislocated part of the old man's ankle with two fingers.

"Ah, it hurts! Right here." The old man gasped in pain, his withered hands clenching into fists, as if he were trying his best to endure the agony.

Miao Nanyan examined him carefully. "Grandpa, you have a dislocated ankle. Please lie down, lie flat."

The old man obediently did as he was told, and he didn't know why he had a strange sense of trust in the beautiful woman in front of him.

Miao Nanyan held the old man's wrists with both hands and used a steady and continuous force to pull him. While pulling, she pushed the humeral head outward with the heel, and at the same time rotated and adducted the upper arm. After hearing a "crack", she slowly put the old man's foot down.

"Alright, old man, you can walk around now, but please go slowly."

“You should watch your step when you’re on the road. If you sprain your ankle and it becomes a habitual dislocation, it will be difficult to treat.”

The old man slowly tried to stand up, looking at Miao Nanyan with surprise, "Oh, it's all done, it's all done, thank you doctor, thank you!"

"Doctor?" Yun Jin was about to say something when Miao Nanyan stopped her.

Thank you!

"Grandpa, please take care."

Miao Nanyan watched the old man leave.

...

The group continued walking forward, and Miao Nanyan spotted a familiar figure.

"Your Highness, the military camp is just ahead." The person who came was Chen Yuan.

"His Majesty heard that you had arrived and ordered his men to come and receive you."

"Okay, let's go."

Chen Yuan took the medicine box from Miao Nanyan, and the group climbed the slope together.

"Thank you, Lord Chen."

"Your Majesty is too kind."

They soon arrived at the military camp, where the soldiers were training.

Miao Nanyan looked at the well-trained soldiers with their dark complexions; this was the Northern Liang Army.

Chen Yuan led Miao Nanyan into the military camp, passing several tents, and arrived at the innermost main tent, which looked significantly larger than the others.

Chen Yuan lifted the curtain of the main tent and went inside.

Miao Nanyan straightened her clothes and brushed off the dust. She had been kneeling on the ground while treating the old man's dislocated shoulder, and her clothes were covered in dust.

"Your Majesty, Consort Nan has arrived."