In the afternoon, the rain cleared.
Leng Yu Yan went to the medicine field again to gather herbs, and Ye Yiheng, worried, insisted on accompanying her.
Because it had rained, the ridge was slippery and the fields were muddy, making it quite difficult to walk through.
Although Leng Yu Yan was the Pavilion Master, whenever she was at Linqing Pavilion, she often moved through the fields. Even on the narrow paths of the ridge right after the rain, she could walk with ease.
On the contrary, Ye Yiheng, who had followed her, was constantly swaying from side to side with his tall figure.
Leng Yu Yan slightly frowned and stood at one end of the ridge, tilting her head to look at him.
"I've come this far, and Your Highness is still five yards away from me."
