Bai Zhi'er broke free from Qingmei's embrace.
With small steps, she ran to the table.
She picked up a few strands of grass with her small hands and sniffed them under her nose.
Still carrying the chill of snow!
It's the Wuxiang Pearl, there's no mistake!
Who would be so kind to send her so many life-saving herbs!
Bai Zhi'er's watery eyes glowed with happiness.
She immediately instructed the Palace Attendant to take good care of these herbs.
And reached out with her small hands to grab three handfuls and took them with her.
"Sister Qingmei, prepare a carriage, I need to go to Third Uncle's mansion!"
Qingmei was surprised: "Now? But Princess..."
Bai Zhi'er waved her small hand, interrupting her: "Hurry up, lives are at stake, there's no time to waste!"
The little one was full of momentum, Qingmei hesitated for a moment, then quickly went to comply.
The night was just setting in, and stars were twinkling coldly.
