Qin Ruo peeked out, looking outside the carriage.
The guard handed her an ointment, "Miss Qi said, use this for your injuries and heal your frostbite as quickly as possible."
Qin Ruo thanked him and accepted it.
As the curtain dropped and the guard left, Ning Ze leaned in to examine it, "This is the Precious Jade Ointment, it’s hard to buy even for a thousand gold, Miss Qi gave it to you for frostbite, it’s truly a waste."
Qin Ruo paused, "This is the Precious Jade Ointment?"
He looked down at the ointment in his hand, indeed it was said that it was Precious Jade Ointment, but it didn’t seem like the kind sold at pharmacies that is hard to obtain.
"It is the Precious Jade Ointment." Ning Ze confirmed, "Miss Qi possesses the old recipe and can prepare it. So as not to interrupt people’s livelihood, it is prepared for personal use, not for mass distribution. The formula is exactly the same. Only the bottle is different."
He said with envy, "I heard that so far, Miss Qi has only made a batch of it because the recipe requires many precious medicinal materials. In the dead of winter, these are hard to find, so she didn’t make much. Most of it was given to Lord Thursday to carry around. She only kept a few bottles for herself. She used some when she was seriously injured, gave two bottles to Zhang Mao for his leg injury, and now this one to you, it might be the last one she has. After all, there is a limited quantity of this stuff, she is generous and ready to help her own people."
Qin Ruo asked, "Has Miss Qi’s injuries healed?"
"The injuries should have almost healed, right? But the scars from the wounds are not so easy to remove, even with good medicine, it takes time." Ning Ze said.
Qin Ruo held the medicine bottle, "My frostbite really doesn’t need such precious medicine. It is indeed a waste."
"Hey, if Miss Qi gave it to you, just use it." Ning Ze spread out his hand, "Look at my hand. If it was just a treatable injury, Miss Qi would definitely let me use such good medicine. But my fingers were severed, they healed long ago when I joined her, but they can’t be reattached."
Qin Ruo’s gaze fell on Ning Ze’s severed fingers, and he said nothing.
Ning Ze laughed, "You know, I don’t have much talent unlike you guys. I can only read a few books. But the reason why Miss Qi accepted me was also because she saw my future under my elder brother as pitiful and wanted to rescue me. Also, Fen Ling spoke well of me. This broken finger was chopped off by him, so he is responsible for it. In fact, he despised me so much at the beginning that he wanted to abandon me."
He laughed, "I don’t feel inferior at all. What about a severed finger? As long as I follow Miss Qi, Miss Qi says my abilities are also capable of being an official in the Nanchu Dynasty. Even if Nanchu has rules that I can’t be an official, she will break them and carve out a path for me."
He said cheerfully, "During the assault on Nanping City by the Jibei Army, I contributed a lot. Miss Qi praised me. She said she didn’t expect my potential to be so great."
He smiled proudly, "I didn’t expect it either. My potential is indeed very great."
Qin Ruo watched him, listening to his words, and couldn’t help but laugh.
Ning Ze said, "Right, just keep smiling like that, you look better when you smile. So, smile more, Miss Qi is especially tolerant of people who are good looking. You just use the medicine she gives you. Although she might have run out, she can produce it. I heard that Nanchu has dense forests and rich medicinal resources. Will we lack medicinal resources once we reach Nanchu? Miss Qi will produce more then."
Upon hearing this, Qin Ruo felt relieved and nodded, "Alright."
From Nanhuai City to the frontier city of Nanchu, the journey is mostly mountainous and rough. With an army of three hundred thousand, they march for a day and rest for half a day, over mountains and across ridges.
One day, when they were resting and setting up camp, Su Rong was browsing the topographic map, "Five hundred li away, and we will reach the border of Nanchu."
Fen Ling reminded Su Rong, "Sister, the army’s rations will only last until the border of Nanchu."
Speaking of rations, Su Rong was reminded of Zhang Yun and told Fen Ling, "Go and call Zhang Mao over, I want to ask him."
Fen Ling immediately left.
Zhang Mao’s injuries had almost healed completely. Both the injury on his chest and his leg were seventy percent healed. He was now able to move without the need for crutches or support.
Once Fen Ling called, he arrived quickly and paid his respects to Su Rong, "Miss Qi, did you call for me?"
Su Rong nodded and signaled for him to sit, "I want to ask you something."
Zhang Mao sat down, "Ask."
Su Rong asked, "I’ve not been concerned about the army’s rations. Were they arranged by Zhang Yun before he left? Did he mention it to you?"
Zhang Mao nodded, "It was arranged by San Di and Lord Zhou before they left. Since they don’t know where the three hundred thousand soldiers are heading to and who will take over in the future, San Di only arranged for three months’ worth of rations."
He asked Su Rong, "Judging by the time, are the rations in the army almost exhausted now?"
Su Rong nodded, "It’s enough to last until Nanchu."
Zhang Mao breathed a sigh of relief, "As long as it can last until Nanchu, it’s fine. Before San Di left, he told me that most of the Zhang Family’s wealth had fallen into his hands. He would secretly transport it to Nanchu to serve Miss Qi’s needs after reaching Nanchu. Once we reach Nanchu, we can contact his men."
Su Rong smiled, "I thought the same."
She said, "After entering Nanchu, there’s no rush to contact them. They haven’t sent any letters since they left. I don’t know what the situation is. To avoid getting us into trouble, we’ll get a feel for the situation before contacting them. My people arrived in Nanchu earlier than them, so we can contact my people. Rations won’t be a problem."
Zhang Mao nodded.
Su Rong was just confirming this matter with Zhang Mao. After getting confirmation, she waved her hand and let Zhang Mao go back to his tent to rest.
After Zhang Mao left, Su Rong reached into her pocket and fumbled for a while before she took out the token that Nanchu King had given her through Ye Guixue. The token was heavy, made of black iron, and intricately carved with dragon patterns. On the token, three small words "Wang Nu Ling" were etched, and the symbol of the Nanchu Country flag was etched in the bottom corner.
With this "Wang Nu Ling" token, she could officially enter the border of Nanchu and go straight to the Nanchu Capital.
She played with it for a moment, wondering what the situation of Zhou Gu and Zhang Yun was like now, how Xie Bo was doing in Nanchu, and whether her biological father, the Nanchu King, was still gritting his teeth waiting for her.
And there was Ye Xiang Residence, Ye Guixue, the Nangong Family, and the Nanchu Royal Family, what was their situation like?
If it weren’t for the three hundred thousand soldiers, she would have reached Nanchu at least a month earlier than planned. But with a large army, travelling would always be a bit slower.
Fen Ling whispered, "Sister, we will be there in three days, should we contact Wanniang and Fang Yue in advance?"
Yu Niang, Wan Niang, and Fang Yue, the three managers of the third floor. Yu Niang was left in Daliang, after all, Su Rong’s properties were all in Daliang, someone had to manage them. Wan Niang and Fang Yue had gone to Nanchu with some of the staff half a year ago, which was earlier than when Xie Yuan had left.
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