"Brother Chen."
Mu Qingyao wore a turquoise gauze dress, like a clear spring in the mountains—naturally fresh and instantly eye-catching.
"Miss Mu."
Chen Ping'an rose to his feet and politely returned the greeting.
When he had passed through Red Sun County, it was Mu Qingyao who had invited him to join this caravan.
"Brother Chen, have your injuries not recovered yet?" Mu Qingyao had noticed him lying in the carriage earlier.
According to Chen Ping'an's previous account, he had intended to travel alone to Azure Dragon Province City, only to encounter bandits on the road and suffer some injuries. He needed peace and quiet to recuperate.
"After recuperating for several days, there is basically nothing seriously wrong now," Chen Ping'an said with a smile.
"That is good. But Brother Chen must not let down his guard. You should still rest more." Mu Qingyao's voice was full of concern.
"Thank you for your concern, Miss Mu. Chen will take heed." Chen Ping'an clasped his fists in thanks.
After several encounters, he found that Mu Qingyao had a good temperament, without the arrogance common to noble daughters of Great Families. Though she was delicate and beautiful, every gesture and every interaction carried the spirit of a woman of the martial world.
He did not know whether she had read too many biographical novels and been naturally influenced by them, or whether there was some other reason.
Mu Qingyao had not come for anything important. After exchanging a few concerned pleasantries, she left with a smile.
Watching Mu Qingyao depart, Chen Ping'an pillowed his head on his hands and lay back down upon the carriage's wooden boards.
"Big Fatty, look, Miss came again! How many times has she run over these past few days? And she still says she has not taken a