Xiao Lingqiu unconsciously crossed her feet together, her skirt gently brushed back, revealing a pair of delicately crafted felt boots, and she softly said, "It still hurts a bit, but it'll heal in a few days."
The woman paid no attention to such pain, lowering her head and continuing to focus on sketching out a list.
The situation in Nanjin Country was better than she had expected.
If it was temporarily impossible to deal with Dazhou, she could at least nibble on a piece of fat meat here in Nanjin Country.
As for how to nibble it, Xiao Lingqiu already had some plans in mind.
The Heshan Tribe, for example, could serve as a pawn and play a role.
For now, she had free time; whether or not this pawn would be usable in the future didn't matter—it did no harm for the moment.
