"Fine," a deep voice said, as Zhao Song did not have much choice but to let her be. "AhJiang, move out."
AhJiang was rather stunned, as Xiaoba walked up and knocked her head while chiding, "Quickly move out! Are you waiting for our master to change his mind and chase me away?"
AhJiang earnestly smiled, as he raised his whip and whipped the horse. The carriage started to advance slowly in the morning sun that lit the world up a golden yellow.
After exiting Zhen Huang City, he would no longer be an aristocrat, and she would no longer be the famous dancer in the capital. They were thankful that the world gave them the chance to begin anew.
In the dense forest, a lady dressed in dull green appeared on her horse, with He Xiao looking on from behind. A few teams of guards on patrol walked past, but she seemed as though she had not seen them, as she stared at the carriage that was quickly distancing away from her, remaining silent.
Farewell, friend.
