Although they weren't seriously injured, they were exhausted from the fight and the long escape. With ready-made prey to eat, why bother hunting again?
The two returned shortly afterward. Liu Cheng was still asleep. Several women had finished eating the cakes, but the baby was crying weakly.
"What should we do? Bao'er hasn't eaten anything since yesterday. He's so small, how can he survive without breast milk? His cries are getting weaker and weaker, I'm afraid he'll die if this continues." The young woman holding the baby cried softly with tears in her eyes.
Song Zhuiyan overheard this. She glanced at the child in the other woman's arms. The child was thin and pale. If the child hadn't been crying, she would have suspected that it was already dead.
After thinking for a moment, she reached out and said, "You all light the fire and boil water, I have something for him to eat."
Several beautiful women froze, they didn't know.
Seeing this, Song Zhuiyan frowned and said irritably, "You can't even start a fire, how have you survived until now?"
“We used to have maids and servants to serve us. If Duke hadn’t insisted on killing us, we wouldn’t have ended up like this. The master and everyone else are dead. Now only Bao’er and these children are left.” The woman who spoke was about thirty years old, with a desolate and desperate expression.
Sitting next to her was a boy and two girls, all around seven or eight years old.
Song Zhuiyan didn't care much about their identities; she figured they must be a wealthy family from Xifeng who had offended Duke and were being relentlessly hunted down.
Aside from the people of Songlin Village, she didn't know or care about anyone else in this world. She didn't care much about what happened to other people's families. Meeting them on the road was fate, so she saved them as a matter of course. Nothing else mattered.
Zhong Qingyi started a fire nearby, but Liu Cheng's guards were injured and couldn't be expected to start a fire and cook.
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