"Hyah!"
Clop, clop! Two spirited horses thundered down the imperial highway, pulling a carriage toward Yanjing.
Xie Jinhuan sat outside the carriage, driving. As they traveled, he occasionally glanced back at the compartment behind him.
When Bu Yuehua had fought on Cangyan Mountain, she had suffered a shock to her Divine Soul. With her Divine Soul already injured, her head had felt ready to split at the time, and she had only managed to keep up the pursuit by sheer effort afterward. After leaving Guo Clan Manor, she had begun growing drowsy again, so Xie Jinhuan had requisitioned a carriage along the way to let her rest for a while.
Inside the spacious compartment, Bu Yuehua lay wrapped in her black cloak, leaning against a small couch with her eyes closed. Her brows were faintly knitted above her mature features, and she looked uncomfortable.
Zhao Ling sat opposite her. She had originally wanted to chat with this highly skilled older sister, but realizing that she seemed to have been injured in the recent fight, she could hardly disturb her. After swaying along with the carriage for a while and seeing Heroine Hua gradually fall asleep, she quietly rose, stepped outside, and sat beside Xie Jinhuan.
"Is your chest all right?"
Xie Jinhuan shifted aside to make some room for the Landlady.
"I'm a martial artist. I've got thick skin and tough flesh. Momo beats me up all day and I'm fine. How much harm could a couple of punches from Your Highness do?"
Zhao Ling knew Qingmo often secretly zapped Xie Jinhuan, but that was lovers' playful flirting. She had given him two genuine punches.
Her face was full of apology as she reached out and pulled open his collar.
"Let me see."
Watching the Landlady, whose ample figure promised