The teenager had just pulled back the carriage curtain when another person was kicked off, who happened to be the clamorous village woman from earlier.
"You, come up and lend a hand," Yun Sheng decided to send her down, seeing the woman making a fuss.
She couldn't assist in the delivery alone, and the teenager, who didn't talk much and was from the Magic Temple, must be proficient in healing; helping out should still be possible.
Seeing the teenager hesitating, Yun Sheng, disregarding the blood on her hand, pulled him up.
"Oh, my lord!" The more talkative of the two children almost fainted in anxiety; how could their Lord Fate bear to see such filthy things, oh heavens, those damned refugees.
As soon as the teenager boarded the carriage, he saw Yun Sheng reaching under the pregnant woman as if groping for something.
