Qi Xiaomian glanced at Misha and the people from the Fragrant Pavilion, saying, "I have already sent them out of the city."
Misha had long wanted to ask about this and expressed her gratitude. Not only had he sent them out of the city, but he had also taken them to a specific place, along with the children they had adopted.
Upon hearing this, Misha put down her chopsticks. "What do you mean by that? Are you afraid I won't speak the truth, so you're using them to threaten me?"
Ignoring Misha's misunderstanding, Qi Xiaomian continued, "After each battle, there are not only casualties in Wolf Howl Camp but also serious injuries. Those who cannot return to the battlefield due to severe wounds have been settled in a certain location. The women and children from Fragrant Pavilion want nothing more than to be there."
The so-called severely injured who could not return to the battlefield often had physical disabilities, making it difficult for them to start a family. The women from Fragrant Pavilion were often heartbroken yet noble, while the injured warriors were heroes despite their disabilities. If these two groups could support each other, they would have someone to rely on for the rest of their lives.
"Are you not worried that my warriors will force the women from Fragrant Pavilion to be with them?" Qi Xiaomian asked. "The military discipline of Wolf Howl Camp is ingrained in their bones; they would never bully the weak or vulnerable."
As for those children, he had sent someone to investigate. Most were orphans after the warriors' battles, and if they received guidance from the warriors, they would inherit the legacy of Wolf Howl Camp. In a few years, they would become fierce defenders of their homeland.
If the children did not wish to go to battle, there were strategists in that place who could teach them literature, as well as merchant caravans that could instruct them in commerce for Wolf Howl Camp's military pay. He had also resolved any identity issues for those women so that it would not affect the children's participation in the Imperial Examination.
Qi Xiaomian detailed his arrangements meticulously, and Misha felt his sincerity, deeply moved as she bowed respectfully to him.
He waved his hand dismissively. "If I were considering only my warriors, that place is somewhat far away. Once everything is settled, my people will deliver peace letters to you. As for where exactly it is, I cannot disclose that."
"I understand," Misha replied. With strategists and merchant caravans involved, that place must be significant. All she could do was keep her mouth shut and pretend she hadn't heard certain things.
Later, Misha handed Qi Xiaomian a letter she had prepared earlier. He took the remaining Monkey Wine and left under the cover of night.
"Sang, Lord Sang."
After lunch service ended one day, a girl appeared outside. Seeing someone inside Small Tavern made her hesitate to enter.
The girl looked about ten years old, carrying a large basket on her back. She was small and thin, dressed in a gray rough cloth outfit with patches; it was oversized for her frame with several folds around her ankles and worn black cloth shoes that were surprisingly clean despite their condition.
Her beautiful face was covered in dust, with heavy bangs obscuring half of it; even her hands seemed deliberately dirtied. She was an exceptionally clever and cautious little girl.
"Xiao Tao Rui?"
Sang Qingxiao smiled as she walked over and took her hand, leading her into Small Tavern.
"Don't be afraid, they are my new recruits at the Small Tavern. That little one helping to wipe the tables is Buddha Treasure, and the buzz-cut big guy mopping the floor is Misha. Just like you, they're both good spirits."
After the introduction, Sang Qingxiao pulled her down to sit beside her.
"Weren't you supposed to come by often? It's nice to have someone to talk to. Why has it been so many days this time? If I hadn't sensed that you were okay, I would have come looking for you long ago."
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