This woman had not been in the water for long. Ning Cheng removed the iron pieces from her body, pressed casually a few times on her abdomen, and after spitting out a few mouthfuls of river water, the woman opened her eyes.
"Ah..." Seeing Ning Cheng, she screamed in surprise, then immediately shut her lips tightly.
"Rest a bit on your own, and then you can head back home by yourself." Ning Cheng, after re-tieing the moved branches, leaned on the worn-out quilt of the little beggar and spoke.
Although this woman was thrown from a painted boat into the Qin River, she evidently was not a courtesan. Ning Cheng could tell just by looking at her palms that despite her delicate appearance, her palms were rough, indicative of someone who did manual labor. A courtesan would not possess such coarse palms. That was why Ning Cheng told her to go home. As for other things, he was of no help at the moment. He had not yet decided what to do with himself.
