A short moment passed by again.
Gu Nuo'er's words were verified one after another.
First, the wooden bridge in front was broken by the flash flood coming down the mountain.
Then, the mountain path behind them was cut off by the mud torrent.
Now, they could neither advance nor retreat.
If Gu Nuo'er hadn't asked the carriages to stop here in advance…
It would probably be even more difficult for them to move if they had moved further to the front.
If they were unlucky, they might even be buried in the mountains by the mud torrent!
Some of the officials who were complaining earlier didn't dare to say anything else.
She could only look at the dark sky through the carriage window in a daze. The heavy rain showed no signs of weakening.
They began to worry if they would be able to tide through the night safely.
The imperial guards rode their horses and patrolled around the carriages.
