The east turned fish-belly white. As Rising Sun was about to rise, the black horse quietly pulled the little carriage out of Nameless Town.
Dressed in black robes and wearing a Bamboo Hat, Ye Jingtang rode slowly along the official road, his Chi Dragon Ring-Pommel Saber hanging crosswise behind his waist, surveying the endless, gray wilderness.
The carriage was small and had little in the way of furnishings, with a thin blanket spread inside.
With bedding cushioning her back, Luo Ning leaned against the carriage wall. After a night's rest, her limbs had mostly recovered, and she could move freely, but she had not slept well last night. Now she rested her head on Third Madam's shoulder, her eyes closed in a light doze.
Niao Niao, who had kept watch all night, lay in the carriage with his little claws pointing skyward, rolling back and forth with its swaying without showing the slightest sign of waking.
Pei Xiangjun, however, had not felt the least bit sleepy since last night as she leaned in the corner of the carriage.
Pei Xiangjun had dressed properly and rested her head against the wooden carriage wall. Her mature, beautiful cheeks had regained their usual fair softness, with a barely perceptible blush as she gazed outside through a gap in the swaying window curtain.
Although she could only see Jingtang's back, the sense of security radiating from his very bones still left her unable to feel anxious or worried at any time. Such comfortable circumstances inevitably drew countless stray thoughts from the depths of her heart.
The assassination attempt outside the Embrace Origin Gate might have been arranged by the Zhou Family or Junshan Terrace, or the attackers might have belonged to Spear Chief Duansheng Ji. These were all dangers the Pei Family and the