The spies had been watching the carriages leaving the city all this time, but despite their long vigil, not a single carriage carrying a heavy load had left!
They had waited until the flowers withered, yet still nothing!
By now, Song Yaoyao and her companions were already far from the Capital.
Ten days passed like this, and they were nearly at the Frontier.
They expected to see General Han in another day and a half.
Song Yaoyao felt as though her backside no longer belonged to her, and the skin on her inner thighs had long since been rubbed raw.
They planned to get a good night's rest tonight, then spend the remaining day and a half on the road.
Song Yaoyao shut her door, went straight into her space, and took a hot bath before preparing to apply medicine.
As the medicine touched her skin, Song Yaoyao sucked in a breath of cold air from the pain. It hurt far too much.
While applying the medicine, Song Yaoyao said:
[If it weren't for those other two, I'd have taken out the off-road vehicle I bought from you before.
My backside's practically been jolted into eight pieces, and my thighs are no better. This is sheer torture.]
Guagua: [There's nothing we can do about that.]
Song Yaoyao suddenly asked:
[Guagua, how's memorizing that foreign language going? Have you confessed to Lingling yet?]
Guagua froze, then said:
[Host, your thoughts jump around so fast that I can barely keep up with the twists in your mind.
Besides, is this really the time to ask about that?]
Song Yaoyao: [Don't change the subject. Spill!]
Guagua: [~_~ Fine!
I've "happened to run into" Lingling a few times and casually spoken that foreign language in front of her. She thought I was really impressive