"That is very sweet but I am the little sister of the best doctor in the world so actually no," she sighs. "We'll just have to be patient." 

She fetches Wen Qing. 

Wen Qing is happy to help! It doesn't take very long to patch her up and check her once over for anything A-Ying missed.

"I'm really looking forward to murdering the hell out of Wen Chao."

"It is not too bad."

"I'm your wife, I'm allowed to be overprotective." 

(Aww.)

"I'm all done. Send for me if any pain worsens, but I expect you will be fine."

"Thank you, Wen-guniang."

"Of course." She gives them some privacy.

In which case they can also treat the injuries with sex. Juuuuuust in case. 

Oh good.

It is an excellent treatment. Lan Zhan confirms to Wen Ying that she feels Much better now.

Oh good! Rest is also important for recovering from injuries, so they should do lots of cozy restful snuggling too. 

Things that are not restful: Wen Chao's entire existence in general and the fact that he decides to drag everyone out on a hunt the next day in particular. Without (his knowing that they have) their swords. Having the other sects' disciples trudge along on foot along with a group of Wen soldiers while he sucks face with his current mistress on horseback. 

Wen Ying finds out about this a little while in advance, which gives her time to quietly rearrange which soldiers are going to come along, send warning notes to the sect houses advising them to pack for a trip of indeterminate length and competence before showing up for indoctrination, and acquire a walking stick for Lan Zhan so she can keep most of her weight off her healing leg. 

The journey is painful but does not injure her leg further. Lan Zhan still puts some weight on it because she refuses to lurch, but the walking stick serves its purpose well. She never falls behind.

Other disciples mutter complaints to each other or gaze around the forest in hopes of spotting a monster. Lan Zhan only pays attention to Wen Ying.

Wen Ying hangs out with the disciples instead of Wen Chao and his entourage, quietly commiserating or mocking him as the moment presents itself. She spends more time with Lan Zhan than anyone else, but not so much that Wen Chao would be likely to figure out that Lan Zhan was more than just a particularly lovely concubine or that the other disciples would be able to figure out that Wen Chao was under the impression that Lan Zhan was a particularly lovely concubine. She spends no more time with Mianmian than with anyone else because Wen Chao doesn't know that Mianmian means anything to her and she would like to keep it that way. 

Eventually Wen Chao takes his face off his girlfriend for long enough to realize where Wen Ying has been hanging out. He raises an eyebrow at her. She drifts over. 

"Spending a lot of time with the riff-raff, aren't you?" he asks coolly. 

She rolls her eyes. "Someone has to keep an eye on them while you're busy macking on generic concubine number fifty-one," she points out blandly. 

"How dare you!" shrieks the woman sharing his horse. 

"Sorry, is it forty-eight? Fifty-two? I haven't really been keeping track." 

"Are you going to let her speak to me like this?" the woman demands of Wen Chao. 

Wen Chao reluctantly looks at Wen Ying. "Apologize to Jiaojiao." 

Wen Ying rolls her eyes. "I'm 'sorry,' Jiaojiao," she says.

"It's Wang Lingjiao to you," Wang Lingjiao snarls. 

"Yeah, I don't really bother learning you guys's names unless you last at least four months," Wen Ying says. 

Wen Chao's cowardice overrides his stupidity and he turns his horse away from his cousin before things get any worse. 

Mianmian hides her amusement behind a hand.

Watching Wen Ying antagonize Wen Chao is always stressful, but Lan Zhan loves her wife very much.

Wen Chao continues making the disciples look for a monster. Wen Ying thinks of half a dozen ideas for looking more efficiently, but voices none of them; she doesn't actually want to give Wen Chao the opportunity to use these people as cannon fodder. Admittedly, they all have their swords and Wen Chao doesn't know that, but his finding out wouldn't be a great outcome either. 

Eventually even Wen Chao, up on his horse instead of having to walk around, gets tired, and calls a halt. People drink from the stream or sit down or just stand alone warily. 

Wen Chao drifts away from Wang Lingjiao and in the general direction of the prettiest girl there who it wouldn't cost his bodily integrity to perv on. 

-- ohhhh no. 

Okay, that's fine, Mianmian will just start drifting in the direction of Jin Zixuan and his cluster of other Jin disciples. At a reasonable speed that will not look like insubordination at all.

He starts walking towards her more directly. 

AAAA

She has her sword now, tucked away in her sleeve, but it's probably best to keep that secret as long as they all can, so she -- shouldn't do that -- she needs to think of something else --

Oh shit. Uh, talisman, fwoosh, "HEY LOOK THERE'S A CAVE!" 

Wen Chao turns away from his intended target to look. 

"How is it that none of you layabouts were able to find this sooner?" he complains. Wen Ying rolls her eyes and drifts towards Mianmian as Wen Chao mounts his horse with his mistress again and the disciples are herded cave-wards. 

"Are you okay?" she murmurs. 

She laughs a little nervously. "Wen-er guniang, that was very good timing! I - ha, well of course I'm okay. I must be okay, nothing really happened! I --"

Deep breaths, Mianmian. "I'll be fine, really, I'm just a little shaken still."

She puts a hand on Mianmian's shoulder. "Fear is something happening," she says seriously. "If there's one thing you learn when Wen Ruohan takes an interest in you, it's that."