Joshua had always done her proud. He carried himself with a noble air—or so Aiton thought—and was no worse than the young nobles in the Imperial Capital. He never ate more than he needed, and he kept up his table manners even in the wilderness. When had he ever eaten so wildly that he ended up sprawled on the ground, too stuffed to get up?
Aiton: It's like someone swapped out my son!
Holding a fragrant piece of roasted meat, Ye Chuqi said with complete sincerity, "His appetite is going to grow a lot more. You'll have to work harder to earn money, Mr. Aiton, or the young master will eat you out of house and home."
Mr. Aiton: ???
After the meal, Joshua felt as though he had finally come back to life. Then he realized what he had just done. Luckily, his skin was now a gleaming gold, so no one could tell if he blushed. He calmly picked up a piece of fruit and nibbled at it, looking as well-behaved as could be.
Ye Chuqi reminded Joshua to keep training, but not to push himself too hard. He had to balance work and rest and, above all, not starve himself to death. Then she left Camp and headed toward the Starhorn Horses' gathering place.
The other members of the Mercenary Corps had spent the past few days hunting Starhorn Horses there. Whenever San San had nothing else to do, he gave Ye Chuqi updates.
When Ye Chuqi said she was leaving, the others opened their mouths to warn her that it was dangerous there and that someone with little fighting ability shouldn't take the risk. But then they remembered how much she kept hidden and reminded themselves not to be fooled by her delicate appearance.
Joshua and