"Then I felt an arm wrap around my waist, which made me think it was a bandit chief trying to carry me off."
Emperor Wu Su listened to her vivid description, his expression softening. He raised an eyebrow and said, "You, with your skinny arms and legs? You wouldn't even be enough for a beast to pick its teeth with."
He pinched the flesh on her arm and continued, "But if you were carried off by bandits, you might have some use. Do you know what use that might be?"
Ji Qingwu sat up a little straighter, puffed out her chest, raised her head, and said proudly, "There's great use in taking me! I know medicine, so I can treat their illnesses. If they have trouble conceiving, then I'm just what they need. I can give them a few nourishing pills."
Emperor Wu Su, however, drew out his words. "For you to be just a medical woman in a bandit stronghold would be too much of a waste."
"Why would it be a waste?"
