Meng Qi paused to think for a moment, then picked up his sword and blade and got onto the cart. He sat vigilantly in front of Gu Xiaosang.
The cart was steady; it barely shook. The carpet and the felt were so thick that they cut the cold wind out. The compartment was as warm as spring and as fragrant as incense.
Cupping the side of her face with one hand, Gu Xiaosang said to Meng Qi, "My dear, why don't you believe Xiaosang? What's more, you want to spread the news to testify against Shan Xiumei. If doing so could be effective, I would have done it earlier."
Her sleeve slid down, exposing the exquisite flesh of her white arm.
"It is necessary to verify information. If I believed everything I heard, sooner or later, I would fall into others' pitfalls and possibly be beheaded." Meng Qi retorted inwardly but kept calm on the outside.
"It sounds reasonable!" Gu Xiaosang smiled and agreed with him.
