"Why bother thinking so much when Her Highness is right here?"
After exchanging a glance,
Bai Jiaqi cracked a smile and patted the other's shoulder:
"Alright, Old Li, I'm off to our unit's gathering point now."
Having said that,
just as Bai Jiaqi was about to take his leave, he caught sight of a young man in an official's robe driving a horse-drawn carriage out from the gatehouse of the city wall, heading towards them.
The carriage was pulled by a tall, white demon horse, with a rear compartment over ten feet tall. Through the oiled paper cloth that wrapped the interior, one could faintly make out the stacked wooden crates inside. Iron-bound wooden wheels carved deep ruts into the snowy ground.
Seeing this scene, Bai Jiaqi subconsciously halted his steps.
According to military laws, this convoy of supplies should be seeking out Li Yongliang, the current duty commander.
