The train sped through the mountains, its clattering echoing through the air.
The jolting motion and the noise in his ears.
It felt entirely different from riding the Ghost Train.
The narrow carriage was lit by gently swaying Illumination Stones.
Negotiations between two nations normally took several rounds of talks and discussions among officials before the leaders would personally sign an agreement.
But given the current situation, the Second Prince's side did not have much time to drag things out.
And with Wu Heng making a swift decision, the process was accelerated directly to the stage where the leaders signed the agreement.
"Will there be any danger on the way?" The Princess Consort sat back in her chair and looked over.
"Scared? With that much courage, you still want to go outside? It's even more dangerous out there," Wu Heng said with a smile.
The Princess Consort's expression turned serious. "I'm not scared. I was just asking, seeing whether things could go more smoothly."
"The itinerary is confidential. There's little chance of danger," Wu Heng answered.
"Oh! You should be careful too." The Princess Consort spoke softly, looking at him again before quietly asking, "I read Great Detective Story. Was what it wrote really about you? Are you really that impressive?"
A few days ago, Wu Heng had given her the first two volumes of Great Detective Story.
Wu Heng glanced at her fair cheek and said, "There's a layer of calluses on your palms and fingertips, evenly distributed. You must train regularly."
"The calluses at the base of your index finger and thumb are the worst. They were left by gripping a sword hilt for years and applying force through friction. It proves your swordsmanship favors stability and precise force."
"The calluses near the bottom of your palms, close