She felt somewhat better, just as a series of muffled coughs emanated from the carriage.
Her heart was heavy with worry. She had thought she was well-prepared before setting off, not realizing that the expanse of the Great Northwest was mostly barren hills. Often enough, there were no villages or inns in sight.
The emergency medicines she brought along before setting out were almost used up.
Moreover, the weather had been bitterly cold in recent days, and with Shu Yu's frail body, she had fallen ill and couldn't get up, coughing with heart-wrenching intensity all day.
Shujun gently patted her shoulder, soothingly saying, "I've checked the map; after two more days, we'll reach Hanxue Pass. Little Wu's letter was intercepted by us midway, and luckily so; otherwise, we would have taken a lot of needless detours."
Dong Huiying stamped her foot again from the cold, "Let's go, back to the carriage. At least inside, it can block some of the wind."
Two days later, Hanxue Pass.
