A deserted official road, overgrown with weeds.
"I've got a little motorcycle, but I never ride it..."
Perhaps because she was going through puberty, her voice wasn't as clear and pure as it used to be. But that didn't affect the good mood she conveyed through song in the slightest. The one thing that hadn't changed was how restless she was. Whenever a branch stretched out over the roadside, she had to reach up and yank off a handful of leaves. Her wildly off-key tune accompanied the "jing-a-ling, jing-a-ling" of the bell. Whenever she forgot the lyrics, she made them up on the spot, entertaining herself.
"One day I got a sudden urge and rode it to the market..."
"Heh heh!"
"I held a little whip in my hand, and I was feeling so pleased with myself."
"Hmm hmm hmm... gurgle gurgle, heh heh, whoosh!"
When one song ended, she started another.
"At the end of the Eastern Han, the land was divided into three kingdoms..."
"What were the next lyrics again... Something about beacon fires raging across the land..." the boy muttered.
"My lord, why have you stopped singing?" The boy rode a tall, beautiful white mule. A carriage followed behind him, and the voice had come from inside it.
"Did Wangchao think I was singing well?"
The boy was Shen Tang, who let loose the moment she went on a business trip. Heaven knew how happy she was right now. Thinking back over the past few months, she'd had to deal with endless official business every single day, her butt practically inseparable from her seat cushion. It had been a nightmare of the highest order!
Working overtime every day was truly terrifying!
Gu Chi tossed the question back at her lightly.
"What do you think, my lord?"
Listening