Traveling on a mountain road is indeed arduous, whether you're riding a horse, sitting in a carriage, or walking on foot—it is all quite uncomfortable.
Yan Qing watched as Ling Hua sat in the carriage for an entire day, yet she remained composed and undisturbed, holding and reading through her documents. He couldn't help but feel a rare surge of admiration for her.
At the same time, he secretly thought, "Indeed, Ling Yunyang was right; once she left the Capital City, she wasn't the least bit delicate."
As the carriage and horses reached Wufeng Mountain, Wangshu and the others became vigilant, especially Liuli, who gripped her sword, ready to unsheathe it at a moment's notice.
However, the journey past Wufeng Mountain was calm and uneventful, with no assassins from the Eastern Palace lying in ambush nor any interference from Wen Xingzhi's men. They managed to pass through Wufeng Mountain quite smoothly.
