A pure heart in a jade pot

Chapter 135

He then used his dagger to cut his cloak into strips and handed them to Mo Yan, asking her to bandage Zhao Yu's chest wound. Next, he found a sturdy, thick tree branch, cut it in two, clamped it between Zhao Yu's calves, sprinkled ointment on the wound, and then tightly bound it with the strips of cloth.

"Alright."

He stood up and let out a long breath. If Mo Yan looked closely at him, she could see fine beads of sweat on his forehead. He had never been this nervous, not even when he was competing with Zhan Zhao in archery.

"She's still not awake. Will she be alright?" Mo Yan asked worriedly.

"We need to get her back to the camp as soon as possible."

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Chapter Sixty-Seven

Because Zhao Yu's sternum was broken and had just been set, Yelü Pusa Nu was afraid that the bumps and jolting would aggravate the injury, so he found a few thick branches to fix them to Zhao Yu's chest and back, tied them with cloth strips, and then looked at Mo Yan.

"You carry her on your back!"

Mo Yan didn't hesitate and immediately carried Zhao Yu on her back. However, the mountain was steep, and even with her excellent lightness skills, carrying someone on her back made her movements much more difficult. She struggled to climb up the mountain with Zhao Yu on her back, which made Yelü Pusa Nu below frown repeatedly.

It wasn't until Mo Yan slipped and frantically grabbed a tree, almost throwing Zhao Yu off her back, that he stepped forward, steadily supporting Zhao Yu and taking her off Mo Yan's back.

"It's rare for the princess to survive such a calamity; it would be such a waste for her to die at your hands," he said expressionlessly.

If Mo Yan were of a different personality, she would have argued back after hearing this, but at this moment the princess was entirely saved by him, and he was willing to carry the princess back to camp. She was so grateful that even if he were a little harsh, she could still smile.

Seeing her fawning smile, Yelü Pusa Nu coldly snorted, too lazy to say anything more, and carried Zhao Yu uphill. His skills were far superior to Mo Yan's; even though Mo Yan climbed with her bare hands, she still fell behind him.

Before long, the two returned to the top of the hill. Mo Yan led the horse over, intending to carry Zhao Yu on it, but Yelü Pusa Nu glared at her fiercely.

"With a broken sternum, how could she withstand the jolting of a horse?"

"So you've been carrying the princess the whole time? If we're walking, it's probably a three or four-day journey from here to the main camp." Mo Yan was worried that Zhao Yu's body couldn't keep up. Even if Yelü Pusa Nu had superb lightness skills, carrying someone on his back in a dense forest would not only make it difficult to use his lightness skills, but it would also be unlikely to keep running for two or three days.

“It would take at least four or five days to walk back to the camp via the mountain road. We will first go down the mountain from the south to find medicinal herbs in a nearby town, and at the same time rent a horse-drawn carriage to return to the camp.”

"Isn't this a longer route?"

"Although the road is longer, it is faster than walking on mountain roads, and her injuries can be treated and medicated in town."

Although his words made sense, Mo Yan still hesitated. Was it really feasible to go the long way around? What if the princess were to be harmed?

"His Highness shouldn't be too far from here. If we go find him first, perhaps..."

Before he could finish speaking, Yelü Pusa Nu interrupted him with a cold laugh: "It is common knowledge that Your Highness is fond of hunting. The year before last, when the Empress Dowager was ill, Your Highness did not return for half a month. In your heart, do you think the Princess or the Empress Dowager are more important?"

Mo Yan scratched his ear and thought that Yelü Hongji was indeed unreliable. He might as well listen to Yelü Pusa Nu and go down the mountain from the south first. Anyway, it would be much more convenient to do things after going down the mountain.

"Then let's go down the mountain first, you lead the way!"

Yelü Pusa Nu said no more. He looked up at the starlight peeking through the leaves to determine his direction, then listened carefully to Zhao Yu's breathing before taking a step forward. Mo Yan couldn't bear to leave the horse in the deep mountains, so although it was troublesome, she still led it closely behind him.

They continued their journey until dawn before taking a short rest. Mo Yan fed Zhao Yu, who was still unconscious, some water, while Yelü Pusa Nu found some herbs nearby, mashed them into a paste with a stone, and ordered Mo Yan to apply them to Zhao Yu's face.

While Mo Yan was applying the medicine, he found a few unidentified bright red berries, handed them to Mo Yan, and asked her to squeeze out the juice for Zhao Yu to drink.

Holding the fruit up to the sunlight, Mo Yan examined it from left to right. The fruit was round, smooth, and translucent, making it quite appealing. Curious, Mo Yan asked, "What kind of fruit is this?"

"What, afraid it's poisonous?" Yelü Pusa Nu sat far away on the rock, munching on a piece of cheese and sheep cake, and said coldly.

It's best not to speak to this person. Mo Yan secretly pursed her lips, dripped the juice into Zhao Yu's mouth, and gently lifted her neck to help her swallow.

Just after they finished feeding, Yelü Pusa Nu got up and said, "Let's go, we might be able to reach the foot of the mountain before dark."

“…I haven’t eaten yet.” Mo Yan reminded him. She had been busy feeding Zhao Yu water, applying medicine, and feeding him fruit. She didn’t even have time to take a bite of the pancake, but she saw him eating his fill.

Yelü Pusa Nu glanced at her: "Can't you even eat while walking?"

“…Yes.” Mo Yan had no choice but to say.

They walked until dusk before finally reaching the foot of the mountain. Both of them had been on foot, only resting two or three times to feed Zhao Yu water. Mo Yan was filled with admiration for Yelü Pusa Nu, who had carried the princess steadily on his back for so long, and her previous dissatisfaction with him vanished.

Yelü Pusa Nu took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and shifted his weight to his right leg, allowing his left leg to relax slightly. He had been carrying Zhao Yu on his back for a day and a night along the mountain path, and was truly exhausted.

Seeing that his face was slightly pale, Mo Yan said, "Why don't I carry him for a while, so you can rest?"

"Go three miles southeast, and you'll find a small town."

After saying this casually, he continued walking southeast, and Mo Yan had no choice but to follow.

The flat ground was much easier to walk on than the mountain road. After walking for a while, the faint shadows of the town could be seen in the distance. Yelü Pusa Nu wanted to run fast, but he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his left leg. His leg went weak and he almost fell. He gritted his teeth and stood up. Zhao Yu was still steadily carried on his back.

"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" Mo Yan asked with concern.

The excruciating pain in his left leg rendered him almost speechless. He stood stiffly in place, his face contorted with pain, so horrifying that Mo Yan dared not utter a word.

After a long while, he said in a very low, hoarse voice, "I need to rest for a bit. Help the princess down."

"good."

Not knowing what had happened to him, Mo Yan only saw that his face was extremely pale. Upon hearing this, she hurriedly helped the princess off his back.

Yelü Pusa Nu immediately sat down on the ground and began to meditate...

Although she didn't understand where he was injured, she knew she shouldn't disturb him while he was practicing his internal energy, so Mo Yan could only stay aside, feeding Zhao Yu water and occasionally glancing at Yelü Pusa Nu. The horses nibbled at the grass listlessly, and crickets chirped loudly in the grass.

Half an hour later, Yelü Bodhisattva let out a long breath and lowered his hands from his chest.