Princess Zhenling

The jade pot hung in the sky, and stars glittered.

In the forest, dozens of kilometers outside Houyun Imperial City, where it should have been as black as ink,

tonight, guided by the moonlight, the road ahead was visible.

The wind, the cicadas, the clopping of hooves.

They sounded constantly in their ears.

And keeping them company was Yimo's loud shouting: "Zhenling!"

"My ass!"

"Can we slow down a little?"

"We've already ridden who knows how far from Houyun Imperial City!"

At that moment, Zhenling rode the finest horse in the Houyun Imperial Palace, a thousand-mile steed gifted by Great Jin, and galloped through the forest with Yimo.

Without anything like a helmet to block the wind, and with such a fine horse racing at such speed,

the night wind beat against Zhenling's face again and again. Her beautiful emerald-green Hanfu fluttered in the wind, making a "whoosh, whoosh, whoosh" sound.

Riding a horse was even bumpier, and Zhenling and Yimo were jolted up and down.

The medium-length hair Zhenling had tied up had long since come undone, her dark locks waving behind her as her face lit up with excitement and joy.

At that moment, Yimo had his arms wrapped very tightly around her waist.

His whole body was pressed against Zhenling's back, enveloping her.

Zhenling could feel the warmth radiating from Yimo's body, spreading to her.

So this was what a boy's embrace felt like.

Even Sakamoto, who looked rather slender, could hold her completely, enveloping her with his whole body.

Actually, Zhenling knew.

Back in Box Town, when she'd driven the Motorcycle with Yimo riding along, it had been like this too.

Only,

this moment, this scene,

felt entirely different.

Back then, facing that group of evil spirits, she'd been thinking mostly about surviving.

About doing her