Cen Yi instructed the Thirteen Yue Guards to clean up the endgame.
Medicinal mountain.
Xiao Ba waved at Shi Fang. "Shi Fang."
Shi Fang walked over. "Eighth Sister?"
Xiao Ba smiled charmingly. "Do you see this medicinal mountain?"
Shi Fang nodded.
"For the next month, I'll leave the plowing and weeding to you."
Shi Fang's face stiffened. "All—all of them?"
"That's right!" Xiao Ba blinked. "Didn't you always complain that the mountain I gave you was too small in the past? Now, I'll leave these to you!"
Shi Fang's neck stiffened as he looked around. This is… huge! Won't I be exhausted if I do it by myself?!
"Eighth Sister—" He tried to struggle and gestured with two fingers. "You're in charge of this medicinal mountain after all. I-I'm not suitable! Just give me a little—really!"
"Ah—" Xiao Ba suddenly held her waist and bent down slightly, her glabella revealing a hint of pain.
