The soft breathing of several sleeping figures drifted into the two rooms.
Chen Ping sat cross-legged on the soft mattress by the window, his mind focused and tranquil, his spirit concentrated on his injured leg.
It was, for now, a form of healing.
He didn't know if the move his grandfather had taught him when he was instructing him would actually work; it was probably more for psychological comfort. But, he figured he'd try anything... His leg injury was inconvenient, and in a real emergency, he wouldn't even be able to escape—he'd be a burden. Chen Ping was anxious.
But there was nothing he could do.
He'd earned seven taels of silver today, and Hua Lian'er, on his own initiative, had bought some tonics, saying they were to replenish everyone's depleted energy.
Chen Ping knew this w
