When they set off, Sikong Mo had already planned the route, and the group treaded along a less-traveled path.
From morning until late at night, they hadn't eaten a meal and had been rushing on their way.
Even Ye Jiu suspected that if the horses didn't need to rest, perhaps they could have run all the way back to Dongyue without stopping.
In the pitch-dark night, they rested by a small stream. Some guards went hunting, others scouted for news, and the rest kept a tight perimeter; everyone had their role.
Ye Jiu sat alone by the stream, sliced a watermelon in her space, and stealthily brought small bites to her mouth.
A person is like iron and food is like steel; without a meal, one feels panic-stricken with hunger.
Moreover, since the night before last when she started rescuing Prince Jing, she hadn't eaten a bite and was already starving to the point where her front touched her back; otherwise, she wouldn't have risked sneaking a bite.