"Don't worry, Eldest Young Lady!" Bai Qingqi responded.
The youngest, Bai Jinse, seemed to have not yet recovered from yesterday's battle. She tightly followed behind Bai Qingyan, not having eaten anything, her little face pale and spiritless.
Whenever Bai Jinse tried to eat, she felt her mouth filled with the taste of blood, recalling the battlefield's severed limbs and rivers of blood, making her feel extremely nauseous.
Bai Qingyu noticed his sister shrinking behind the Eldest Young Lady, looking very uncomfortable. He deliberately slowed down a step to walk alongside Bai Jinse.
He looked straight ahead, his large hand resting on Bai Jinse's head, "Our Little Seven is definitely much more formidable than Yan's Young Emperor. She can provide counsel to the Eldest Young Lady, doesn't cry on the battlefield, and isn't a complete mess after coming off it!"
Upon hearing the word "mess," Bai Jinse quickly covered her mouth with both hands.
