Chapter 1577: Chapter 1515: Am I Stupid or What
Yonghe stared blankly at the woman who started a fire, took off her clothes, and placed them by the fire to dry, leaving only her underclothes.
"Hey, what are you standing there for? Come on over and dry your clothes," Wufu said to her. "Iâm telling you, itâs deep autumn and almost winter. You know how cold that Water Pond is. If you end up with a high fever from catching a cold, I wonât care for you!"
A gust of wind blew by, and the soaking wet Yonghe shivered. Dragging her wounded leg, she went over, mimicked her in taking off her clothes, and shivered from the cold.
Wufu glanced at her leg, surveyed the surroundings, then walked away.
"Where are you going?" Yongheâs frightened voice came from behind.
Wufu turned her head and saw her looking nervously, afraid of being abandoned. She said, "Iâm checking out this place. Are we supposed to live here forever?"
Yonghe muttered an "oh," sat back down, hugging her knees by the fire, feeling the warmth. But seeing her hands and feet, all covered in various wounds, she couldnât help but weep.
Having lived a privileged life for so many years, sheâd never suffered like this. She didnât even know if sheâd live to see her mother again!
As she cried, she reminisced about the days before. Yonghe felt increasingly unlucky and miserable.
Hearing rustling footsteps, she saw Wufu return with a handful of grass.
"Luck hasnât run out; I found my whip by the water," Wufu said, raising her whip, found near the waterâs edge.
She sat down, took a stone, smashed the grass on another stone, then told Yonghe to roll up her pant leg.
"Whatâs this?" Yonghe asked, a bit dumbfounded, watching her apply the mushy grass to her wound.
"Herbs, just applying them temporarily. Hopefully, youâre accustomed to exercising, and these minor injuries wonât trigger a high fever, otherwise, Iâm really..." Wufu scoffed.
Yonghe understood her implication, pursed her lips, and said, "Wufu, your nameâs Wufu, right? You saved me, and Iâll repay you! Tell me what you want?"
"Oh?" Wufu eyed her sideways. "I can ask for anything?"
Yonghe nodded.
Wufu said, "Then I want to be a princess too. Is that okay?"
Yonghe was taken aback, not reacting for a moment.
"Youâre a noble person, like a royal branch. I risked my life to save you, surely I can earn the title of princess, right?" Wufu shrugged. "At least save me from Song Jiaoerâs constant âcommonerâ jibes."
Yonghe said, "Saving this princess is also an honor for you..."
"You better not say things like that!" Wufu interrupted. "What honor? Youâre a princess, so what? If I wasnât happy, there are plenty of ways to ensure youâd die here unnoticed, and people would believe you fell to your death!"
Yongheâs face went pale. "You, how could you say that?"
"Scared now, arenât you?" Wufu chuckled softly. "So, donât act all high and mighty in front of me. My temper is quite odd. Even if itâs not a princess, not even your father is more valuable than me. My life is the most important."
Yongheâs lips moved. Though angry, she didnât dare rebut, so she retorted, "If your life is the most important, then why did you save me? You couldâve let go, and wouldnât have fallen with me! You couldâve even let that assassin kidnap me."
Wufu sighed, lying back on a boulder, hands resting behind her head. "Which is why I say Iâm stupid. My mind must have been caught in a door to act so âheroicallyâ and ârighteouslyâ."
If Ah Jiu were to learn the truth, would he be furious?