Fengyu spread out her hand. Her left palm, stung earlier, was red, hot, swollen and painful. Fang Lingjun had been stung on the back of her hand and wrist. Though protected by Lin Xiao and the others, their injuries were relatively minor. Fang Lingjun could tolerate the pain; she knew Fengyu feared pain and grabbed Fengyu's palm, blowing on it gently. "It won't hurt, it won't hurt. Once we're back at the camp, the Imperial Physician will prescribe some medicine, and the swelling will go down quickly."
Leaning against the stone, Fengyu gazed into the gloomy forest. "Do you still know the way?"
"This is Xiyanshan; we're not lost. Don't worry." Fang Lingjun reassured her. "We haven't started hunting today. The mountain is still filled with people taking leisure walks, and there shouldn't be any ferocious beasts in the royal hunting grounds. Perhaps we'll run into someone who can give us a ride back."
