Clack, clack…
The crisp sound of horse hooves crossed the small street under the moon and headed toward Dragon Creek Alley.
Ye Jingtang was riding on his big black horse with a saber hanging by his waist. Dongfang Liren, who was wearing a long gauze dress, was sitting sideways behind the saddle. Because of the inconvenient riding position, she was holding Ye Jingtang's belt with one hand.
The bird, who had been dragged out to work at night, was standing on Dongfang Liren's shoulder. Its feathers fluttered in the wind as it chirped, complaining about working overtime right after it returned.
Ye Jingtang didn't want the bird to work overtime, but after receiving the news just now, he had gone to the nearby Pei residence to get a horse. The bird, who had been strolling in the back residence, had run over on its own and had been commandeered.
