The next day, Ye Lin began brewing medicine as usual, while Li Yuerou burst through the door.
Seeing Ye Lin brewing the medicine, she could not help nodding in satisfaction.
She had truly feared that this silly boy would stop brewing the medicine altogether because something was wrong with his head.
Now that she saw Ye Lin taking the initiative to brew it, she was relieved. It seemed this fool had not gone completely foolish.
"I have good news and bad news. Which would you like to hear first?"
Looking at Ye Lin, Li Yuerou plopped down beside him and asked.
"Uh, then I'll hear the bad news first."
Ye Lin froze for a moment, then answered honestly.
"Alright. The bad news is that you may not be able to leave the village for the next year."
Li Yuerou looked at Ye Lin, stepped forward to help him tend the fire, and spoke.
"Then... what's the good news?"
Hearing Li Yuerou's words, Ye Lin was taken aback. Not being able to leave the village for a year—how was that bad news?
"The good news is that this time, you won't be drafted for military service. You won't have to go die on the battlefield."
Li Yuerou fell silent for a moment before speaking.
At those words, Ye Lin frowned deeply.
The place where he lived was called the Great Prosperity Dynasty. This Great Prosperity Dynasty had been at war year after year, and every year it seized young, able-bodied men from all over to replenish its army.
Logically speaking, an orphan without father or mother like him should have been among the first to be taken. So why had he been spared?
"I have connections in the city. I asked someone to keep you here."
Seeing Ye Lin sink into