Xue Fanxin was not in a hurry to leave the place. She rested for a while and adjusted her condition. She was getting to know and adapt to her new environment.
"Heiran, this scarf is for you." Xue Fanxin wrapped herself in a scarf that covered her face, revealing only her eyes. She handed one to Heiran as well.
Heiran could tell at a glance that the scarf was valuable. It was woven with spirit silk. Although it was only a thin gauze, it had the effect of protecting against the cold and keeping her warm, as well as blocking the wind.
This was a scarf that her master had given to the Consort. How could she dare to use it?
"Your Highness, I don't need it."
"The wind and sand here are very strong. It'll be better to wrap your mouth, nose, and face. There's no need to worry. I have a lot of scarves here! Take it." Xue Fanxin stuffed the scarf in Heiran's hands.
