The highest-ranking military officer in the camp was Wei Ting. He straightened up, enduring the pain from the wound on his back.
"Reporting to Your Majesty, the Xijin bandits shot flaming arrows and used falcons to drop embers, intending to burn our army's provisions. The fire has been extinguished. Two granaries were destroyed, but the other losses to our supplies are not severe."
Zhao Mingyan turned his horse, his gaze sweeping over the crowd.
When he turned in Ji Qingwu's direction, she hurriedly lowered her head.
Ji Qingwu was kneeling at the very edge. Whether intentionally or not, Wei Ting's body concealed most of her from view.
And the small part that remained was also thoroughly blocked, as Li Chengxun happened to be kneeling in front of her as well.
From above, the cold, detached voice of Emperor Wu Su sounded.
"And what about your injury?"
Ji Qingwu almost thought he was asking her. She sniffled, a pool of tears already welling in her eyes.
