Zhu Junyang jumped off the tree and the effort caused the wounds on his legs to split open. He grimaced from the sudden pain. Yu Xiaocao scrambled down from the tree and didn’t forget to remark caustically, “Serves you right! Trying to show off when you’re injured, must hurt a lot!”

Zhuang Xiaomo had a slight smile on his face as he looked at Yu Xiaocao, “Xiaocao, how come you’re over here? You didn’t flee with the rest of the villagers into the mountain?”

“We were destroying the Wokou pirates’ ships!” Yu Xiaocao briefly summarized what they did and reached out to support Zhu Junyang. She was currently regretting that she didn’t bring any of her wound balm along.

Zhuang Xiaomo noticed that Royal Prince Yang was deathly pale and hurried over to support him as well, “Your Highness got injured? Is it serious? I know a type of medicinal plant that can stop bleeding and I just saw it earlier. Older Brother Jiang, could you go pick some for us please?”

The man who had been called Older Brother Jiang made a noise in assent and headed back in large strides. The other villagers smiled kindly at them and continued to follow the blood trail of their injured prey. 

Zhuang Xiaomo asked again in concern, “It was only the two of you? That’s way too dangerous! Xiaocao, are you alright ah?”

“You also know how well I swim....