"A document?"
The officer hastily took it with both hands and looked at it carefully. Seeing that it was indeed a genuine document, he then handed it back to Su Pan'er with both hands and gestured to let us through.
Su Pan'er steered the carriage out of the city gate, following the embankment of the moat. After traveling more than two miles, she turned the carriage onto a small path.
By the time she stopped the carriage, there was not a soul in sight.
"All right, get off here!"
Su Pan'er alighted from her carriage, carefully surveying her surroundings, and shook the horsewhip in her hand with an exceptionally indifferent tone.
The quiet around her was broken only by the ceaseless falling of snowflakes from the sky—nothing else stirred. This place, along the small road, led upwards towards Huangjue Temple and Quiet Cloud Nunnery and could also take one up the mountain. It was a good spot, twisting around it was the official road for fleeing to outer territories.
