The night mist clouded their vision of the future, as the unfamiliar mountain path extended seemingly indefinitely. Li Ce carefully followed the lassie. Having rarely experienced such hardship, the Tang Prince depressingly knitted his brow. "Will the Xia Emperor send men to save us?"
The lassie did not reply. Li Ce had not expected an answer anyways, so in a few moments, he started complaining about how the cold temperature of the highlands was not a place for people to live.
"They will." A low but firm sound replied. Li Ce, stunned, lifted his head in skepticism. "What did you say?"
Those people had not recognized her, so they were definitely not from Da Tong. If that was the case, Yan Xun would definitely be on his way to save her.
"Definitely they will," Chu Qiao replied in a low voice. Her gaze was firm, with a certain glimmer in her eyes.
They continued on the mountain path until they reached a lake.
