The woman in red suddenly stopped, giving Nan Qianyue a strange look as she scrutinized her from head to toe. She abruptly asked, "Miss Nan, have you lost your memory?"
"Or are you joking with me?"
The southward migration month was stunned.
How should I put it? They've decided that she is the daughter of the Southern Prime Minister, and they'd rather believe she has amnesia than doubt her authenticity.
It seems I won't get anything out of asking directly. I should try to find a way to get to Fengdu first. As long as I can get back, everything will be fine.
"Let's not talk about it anymore, let's go."
Nanqianyue waved goodbye and walked ahead.
Just when I thought the woman in red wouldn't say anything more, a rather cold and sullen voice came from behind me.
"I only know that Miss Nan is extremely picky about food and also knows some special medical skills. If you want to know the person who understands her best, it is none other than the Prince. If you have any questions, you can ask the Prince."
The southward migration slowed down, and a sense of unease settled in my heart.
Are there really two people in the world who look so alike? Or do they come from different eras?
She does know a little medicine, because she had specifically learned some for a role in a movie, but it was only basic, and she didn't have much practical experience.
Outside the wounded soldiers' camp.
The deputy general suddenly brought in a stunningly beautiful woman, drawing the attention of the soldiers and the medic.
Those who are more perceptive have already guessed that this is the woman the marshal risked his own life to save.
"Deputy General Hong, is she the healer you brought?" A military doctor came out of the wounded soldiers' tent and asked, his face clearly showing doubt.
The woman in red nodded. "Yes, carry him out."
The military doctor frowned and remained motionless. "Deputy General Hong, his condition is not suitable for movement. Perhaps we should trouble this...this doctor to go in and take a look."
The woman in red glanced into the tent; the wounded soldiers inside were disheveled, some even naked. She looked away and insisted on carrying the wounded out.
"Let's bring it out."
"This..." The military doctor was in a dilemma. He didn't understand why the deputy general had gone in just a moment ago, so why was he suddenly asking to be carried out?
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