Hua Yan didn't know if Su Zizhan had ever carried anyone on his back, but this was her first time being carried this way.
Clutching the large wine jar and leaning on his back, he was not the sinister Young Master Zizhan who everyone dreaded and who could send someone to eighteen levels of hell with a single misstep. Instead, he seemed like a noble young master with all the emotions and desires, capable of annoyance, anger, laughter, and joy.
Going out to drink wine with him today, though she bore the name of the Crown Princess Consort, was an extremely improper act, yet she felt that it was the right thing to do.
If not for this, how could she have encountered such a side of Su Zizhan?
The mountain winds on Banbi Mountain were silent, the bells and drums of Qingshui Temple resounded continuously, as the wooden fish was struck rhythmically. Their steps, though faltering, were steady as they climbed the mountain.
