'Did she misunderstand something?'
Ye Chutang chose her words carefully. "Commandery Princess, actually..."
"No! Your injury is too severe. You need to go back at once!" Princess Qingyang cut Ye Chutang off, making a swift decision.
Though proud and willful, she was, after all, the daughter of King Yan Nan. She had faced life and death on the battlefield before.
One look at Ye Chutang's condition told her the injury was serious and needed immediate treatment.
Princess Qingyang stepped forward to help Ye Chutang up, but Ye Chutang's left arm was already numb, completely unable to exert any force.
Bracing her right hand against the rock face, Ye Chutang slowly pushed herself to her feet. A fresh wave of pain shot through her left shoulder, and fine beads of sweat quickly broke out on her forehead.
Suddenly, she slipped on a patch of moss. Her strength gave out, and she collapsed.
Princess Qingyang's heart leaped into her throat. "Chutang—"
