Mang Mountain, the imperial army was stationed here.
It rained for three days and nights, destroying the roads ahead. The military officers worked in the rain to repair the roads for two days, but they couldn't completely clear them.
In a candle-lit barrack, a palace maid dressed as a servant, Huanhuan, entered with a tray of fresh wild fruits: "Your Highness, these are freshly picked by this servant. Please try them."
Shangguan Yun said indifferently: "I have no appetite, you eat them yourself."
"But these are specially prepared for Your Highness, my hands are scratched." As Huanhuan spoke, she revealed the wound on her hand.
Getting along these days, Huanhuan had already discerned the Princess's temperament. The Princess was not entirely resistant to soft persuasion, but as long as she acted pitiable, she generally wouldn't be too hard.
Shangguan Yun looked at her swollen hand, sighed, and said: "Put it on the table."
Huanhuan happily placed the fruit on the small table.
