For the next few days, Mu Yuan didn't seek out Ling Yan, and Ling Yan diligently fed the horses.
The conditions on Snowgate Island were truly terrible. The horses, like the people, were skin and bones. When he had gone to the food storage cellar with Mu Yuan last time, all he had seen were radishes, cabbage, and potatoes. No wonder someone with his questionable background had managed to infiltrate the Mu family army with just a wild boar.
That boar had provided soup with its large bones for a whole week, leaving hardly any residue.
But at least it offered a bit of meat. Now, the brothers in the Mu family army greeted Ling Yan with the same warmth they would greet fragrant, oily meat.
Especially Hou San, who had practically become Ling Yan's devoted fanboy, running to the stables three to five times a day just to chat with him.
Of course, Ling Yan hadn't just been feeding horses for these past few days.
