The sun sank westward as three swift horses galloped along the riverbank, the outline of Jiangzhou City gradually emerging at the far end of their vision.
Ye Jingtang rode a spirited horse at the front, while Niao Niao perched on his shoulder, letting the evening sun and breeze brush its feathers. Along the way, it went, "Coo, chirp, chirp..." seemingly muttering-riding high on the spring breeze, the horse's hooves flew; in a single day, all Jiangzhou's birds came into view...
Compared with the exuberant man and bird, the riders on the two horses behind were much more subdued.
Perfected Person Xuanji leaned against Qinghe's chest, looking a little wilted. Her gaze rested on the bull spirit's back ahead, and she could not even be bothered to lift her arms. Now and then, she closed her eyes and dozed as they rode.
Fan Qinghe had stayed in the room next door last night. Although she had pretended to be dead drunk, her mind had been perfectly clear. Having listened to the commotion all night, she understood why the Demoness was like this.
Not long after she returned to her room yesterday, Ye Jingtang had sneaked into the room next door, followed by all manner of commotion.
At first, the Demoness had been as incorrigibly overbearing as ever, deliberately provoking and teasing Ning'er. Later, Ning'er had also assumed the bearing of the principal wife, intending to put the Demoness in her place.
With two against one, Fan Qinghe had thought Ye Jingtang would suffer. Before long, however, she discovered that without Third Madam there, these two fragile little things were simply inviting humiliation. Within two rounds, they went from refusing to yield to each other to a pair of pitiful heroines sharing the same misery.
Although Fan Qinghe had been so embarrassed