When Murong Qiqi woke again, she found herself in a small carriage. Surprisingly, Feng Cang was the one driving the carriage.
"Cang—"
"Qingqing, there's food in the carriage. Fill your stomach first, and when we arrive, I'll cook for you!" Feng Cang steered the carriage with practiced skill, and Murong Qiqi comfortably lay inside without feeling any discomfort.
"Where are we going?"
"On our honeymoon!"
Feng Cang chose a honeymoon destination that resembled a small town in the south. With small bridges over flowing water, a winding river divided the town in half, and weeping willows lined the river. The wind gently swayed the willow branches, making it a very beautiful place.
"Do you like it?" Feng Cang wrapped his arm around Murong Qiqi's waist, allowing her to lean on him. With no servants accompanying them, the couple appeared as ordinary husband and wife. Feng Cang remained clad in white, while Murong Qiqi had changed into a red skirt.
"I love it! It's so beautiful here!"
