The sun in the sky was blazing down on top of the carriage, rolling down a dirt pathway. It wasn't a steady pathway where the carriage can roll its way down nice and smoothly. Those sitting inside the carriage weren't the most comfortable either. They bounced along every time a rock blocked and hit the wheels.
Xiong Jingfei had her eyes closed, enduring the summer heat and the repetitive sound she has heard for the past week. The sound of the carriage trundling down the dirt road and horse stomping. Closing her eyes was the only way to keep her calm and collected.
During the journey, they had already passed various villages that were already receiving the blow of the war. Those that were located closer to the Capital were in better shape than those that weren't. It didn't come as a surprise to Xiong Jingfei, who never experienced war in fourteen years of her life. However, it did give her a hit of what it means to be in conflict.
