The bitter winter wind rustled the Great Qian dragon flag atop the city walls.
Two fine horses rode out through the city gates. Xie Jinhuan sat astride one, the Ming Dragon Spear wrapped in black cloth hanging from his weapon hook. Before leaving, he glanced back at the bustling city behind him.
Coal Ball had spent the past few years following Xie Jinhuan around, killing people and plundering their goods. After returning last night, the bird had visited several of his "feeder girls" and found them all absent. With no lingering attachment to this place whatsoever, he raised a wing and swatted Xie Jinhuan on the head.
"Gooji!"
Bu Yuehua sat sidesaddle, a gauzy veil draped over her head, her eyes also searching their surroundings.
"Is Junior Sister Mu really not coming?"
Xie Jinhuan could be certain that his dream wife would not follow them. After all, even his own legs still felt a little weak, while Big Ice Lump lay sprawled in her room, utterly unwilling to move. In the end, he had carried her off to wash away all the wind and frost covering her body. She certainly would not recover without a full day.
"She has some official business. She'll come in a few days. Let's catch up with the envoy's party first."
Seeing that Xie Jinhuan had stayed out all night, Bu Yuehua had actually guessed that the two were enjoying how "a brief separation made reunion sweeter than newlywed bliss."
But she clearly could not have guessed that the lustful Daoist nun, cold as an iceberg, had been pounded until she could not even get up to see them off. She found it rather strange that Nangong Ye had not come out to say goodbye either, but did not ask further.
Ye Hongshang had not