Unfortunately, Song Jingchen had already turned his gaze away from her.
Even if he saw her expression, he wouldn't have understood.
"Young Master Song, the rain is too heavy. Something bad might happen if we continued moving. There's a dilapidated temple ahead. Why don't I drive the carriage there to avoid the rain for now?" The coachman's voice could be heard through the rain.
"Yes," Song Jingchen replied.
Their carriage was leading the way. Uncle Yang was carrying the three others in the second carriage, so he could protect them if anything happened.
They entered the ruined temple, and the others behind them followed.
The five people sitting in the car were fine. Meanwhile, the rest had their clothes soaked from the rain.
Shen Yijia saw that Uncle Yang was drenched and got back into the carriage happily.
She said eagerly, "Uncle Yang's clothes are wet. You don't want to get wet too, right?"
Song Jingchen said nothing.
He could stay in the carriage and not get down.
Since Song Jingchen didn't say anything, Shen Yijia assumed that he had agreed. She grinned.
She leisurely carried Song Jingchen down from the carriage.
"What's there to be happy about?" Song Jingchen was really puzzled. He thought that his reasoning might be different from what Shen Yijia thought, so he asked directly.
Everyone else did their best to stay away from a cripple like him. She was the only exception.
Shen Yijia said matter-of-factly, "I'm the strongest. Besides, you're my husband, so of course I have to carry you myself!"
Sure enough, the reason was simple and crude.
Shen Yijia didn't know what was going on in Song Jingchen's mind. She placed him down on the straw mat that Madam Li had prepared.
Seeing that Sister Huan was peeking at her from behind Madam Li again, she reached out and rubbed her hair. Shen Yijia teased her, "What are you looking at?"
Sister Huan lowered her head shyly, her face flushed.
However, she could not help but look up at Shen Yijia. After a moment, she made up her mind and said, "Sister-in-law is so powerful. When I grow up, I want to be as powerful as you!"
"Sure! But it's impossible to be as powerful as I am. But it's possible to be just a little weaker than me." After all, she had been born with her abilities. It wasn't something that you could gain just by training.
"It's fine if it's just slightly worse than Sister-in-law. Just a little bit!" As she spoke, she even pinched her fingers together to indicate the tiny distance.
Amused, Shen Yijia smiled. "Okay, you can definitely do it."
She did not know that this girl, who could have grown into a graceful lady, would be led astray by her words.
She would eventually grow to become a female Rakshasa that no one in the army dared to underestimate.
However, that's a story for another time.
The rain did not stop even when night fell. Tonight, they could only rest in this dilapidated temple.
Fortunately, the carriage was stocked with rations. The situation became more bearable once they got a fire going.
The inside of the carriage was too narrow. The two children lay sleeping inside while the others rested against the walls of the temple.
Perhaps because she had slept during the day, Shen Yijia did not feel sleepy.
There was light breathing all around. With this sound, Shen Yijia finally started to get drowsy.
Suddenly, she heard a whoosh.
In the blink of an eye, Shen Yijia had already vanished.
She reappeared in front of Song Jingchen.
She was holding an arrow that was less than half a foot away from Song Jingchen's shoulder.
Song Jingchen was also awake and looking at Shen Yijia in disbelief.
This arrow was originally aimed at his head. He wanted to dodge it, but unfortunately, he couldn't use his legs and could only tilt his body.
He thought that he would inevitably be injured this time, but he did not expect Shen Yijia to arrive so quickly.
Shen Yijia's speed reminded Song Jingchen of her abilities.