"Here."
Ye Jing followed behind and handed the bag of delicate little cakes to Shen Yi, barely suppressing her craving and looking stubborn in her eyes.
...
Shen Yi took it casually.
Seeing this, Ye Jing finally sighed softly. In her view, this was her new colleague accepting her apology.
...
Outside Jianyang Prefecture.
A dilapidated, blood-stained carriage traveled along a narrow path.
Having had the experience with the short horse earlier, Shen Yi had gotten accustomed to this way of traveling. Although it was not as fast as using the Teleportation Technique, it was more relaxed and did not attract attention.
Ye Jing sat in a corner of the carriage, holding a Bronze Mirror, trying to squeeze out a pitiful look, muttering nonsensical words to herself.
"Do you want to practice as well?"
Meng Xiuwen looked at Shen Yi, reminding him seriously, "You don't need to act, but don't give us away."
