Sitting on the horse, An Jing smiled and asked, "Husband, why don't they search me?"
Xiao Changyi responded indifferently, "If they dare, I would immediately ask for their heads." His wife was only for him to touch.
An Jing's smile instantly grew much larger. Naturally, she was happy and sweet that her husband could protect her like this.
The Imperial Palace was vast, with every part displaying royal dignity—solemn and awe-inspiring. It rivaled what An Jing had once visited in modern times, the Forbidden City.
Zhuri took steps forward steadily, the rhythmic sound of hooves entering her ears. An Jing looked ahead at the seemingly endless road, her face suddenly fell, "Why is this road so long? It feels like it will never end."
What was most important was that she had heard from Meng Zhuqing that there were several palace gates to enter, and they had only passed the first one...
"Do you want to go faster?" Xiao Changyi asked.
