Rumble, rumble-
The Four-Horse Carriage rolled toward Capital City.
Xie Jinhuan sat beside the carriage window, showing the three young women the various Heavenly Treasures he had brought back from Dragonbone Shoal.
Nai Duo attended him at his side. Perhaps having a man aboard made it too hot; she had taken off her outer robe and wore only a lotus-colored breast wrap. Even when serving tea, she deliberately pressed it against her snowy breasts, which were all but spilling out, somehow turning this year's freshly picked pre-rain tea into an extra-large cup of milk tea.
Linghu Qingmo had reunited with him after a long separation and ought, by rights, to have been more forward than Nai Duo. But with her close friend present and no alcohol in him, he felt rather inhibited, so he merely sat opposite them, polishing the Flying Sword he treasured.
Zhao Ling wore a Bright Yellow Palace Dress and gold hairpins, looking splendidly adorned. Outwardly, she seemed to retain the Eldest Princess's composed dignity, but inwardly, she was actually rather unsettled.
After all, that accidental test drive of Aunt Nangong's ride last time had left her with an unforgettable taste of ecstasy that hovered between life and death. Even drinking had lost its flavor these past few days; she had simply been hoping her personal male favorite would hurry back.
And now that Xie Jinhuan really had returned, they would at least have to throw a party that evening to celebrate. Then, after three rounds of drinks, with no one else around-
Zhao Ling did not dare dwell on it. Sweeping aside those distracting thoughts, she looked out of the carriage. "Has Senior Nangong returned to Purple Emblem Mountain?"
"Yes. I reckon she won't enter the city until tonight-"
"Oh-"
Zhao Ling felt Aunt Nangong had