―――Meanwhile.
"Giddy up!" The horse galloped along the road, kicking up clouds of dust.
After leaving the city, Xiao Niqiu had stolen a horse from Lin'an and was now desperately urging it towards the direction of the Southern Mountain.
The jolting ride inevitably tugged at his wound back and forth, numb with pain, but he dared not stop, for the soldiers guarding Xuanwu Gate were counting on him to bring reinforcements.
As the temperature in Southern Mountain plummeted, upon arriving, Xiao Niqiu felt both cold and hungry, aggravated by the fact that he had forgotten to bring any dry food with him.
He tumbled off the horse and collapsed on the ground, gasping for air. When he noticed the slender grass swaying in the wind and brushing against his face, he did not hesitate to grab a handful and stuff it into his mouth.
The grass wasn't inedible, but it wasn't tasty either, even bitter.
For him, having something to eat was a luxury, let alone being picky about what it was.
