The insects on the mountain knew the locations of all its plants. Furong Grass was a favorite of green caterpillars, and it looked much like shepherd's purse, only taller and larger.
"Let's go. Time to head up the mountain," Ye Qianning said, tossing the drawing to Luo Xuan.
"Young Miss, let me carry you," Luo Wen said, crouching down.
Ye Qianning rarely exercised and tired easily after just a short walk, probably because she was carrying a bit of extra weight.
But she had admittedly been lazy lately. She was always carried up and down the mountain to the academy. Back at the General's estate, if her father was home, he'd carry her wherever she wanted to go as well.
Luo Wen seemed to be used to it. He felt a great sense of pride carrying his young miss.
