The next day.
A caravan laden with spices and silk set out for the Red Mountain Tribe. Lord Huo Yi's carriage led the way, with Shen Cang and the others accompanying it as guards. Herders and merchant caravans they encountered along the road nodded in greeting.
At the rear of the procession, Xie Jinhuan had also dressed as an ordinary guard and sat outside a carriage, driving it. The little girl with braids leaned beside him, a faint displeasure between her brows.
After all, after escaping the mountains yesterday, Jiang Xian had been watching the detoxification in the room when she suddenly blacked out midway through. When she woke again, she was already lying in bed, and another line had appeared in the Xian'er Diary:
Do not burrow into Xie Jinhuan's arms. This is important!
Trapped within the great formation yesterday, with heavenly lightning and earthly fire covering every inch, Jiang Xian had indeed been carried all over the place in Xie Jinhuan's arms.
But desperate times called for expedient measures. Hadn't Heroine Ye been carried just the same?
In such perilous circumstances, if she wasn't allowed to burrow into a man's arms, was she supposed to maintain her dignity, run around getting beaten up, and then burden Xie Jinhuan by making him rescue her?
How utterly unreasonable...
Jiang Xian had been born with rebellion in her bones. Even if that invisible hand was an unknown side of herself, she would still let orders that ignored the actual circumstances blow past her ears. Not only did she refuse to listen now, she deliberately sat right beside Xie Jinhuan, just to infuriate that invisible hand!
Given Xie Jinhuan's nature, he couldn't possibly remain silent with a girl sitting beside him. After gazing at the scenery for a while, he began serving