Racing past Zhang Xiaohua was a rather luxurious horse carriage, just slightly less grand than the one Ouyan used to ride in; it was clear that it belonged to someone of high status.
There were eight well-dressed guards surrounding the carriage, each riding a different-colored steed, all looking extraordinarily spirited, far outshining Zhang Xiaohua by a hundredfold.
The carriage was running quickly, though Zhang Xiaohua's Four-Unlikes mount was not lagging far behind. Thus, sitting atop his mount, he could still clearly see a small corner of the curtain being lifted, revealing a round, baby-faced girl inside, smiling brightly. Suddenly, another corner of the window lifted, and a pair of pitch-black eyes peeked out, looking at the ugly Four-Unlikes under Zhang Xiaohua with astonishment.
