Who exactly are you people?

Qin Xi was curious.

She always felt that this woman called Ji Yunshu had many secrets about her that one couldn’t see through.

Ji Yunshu smiled faintly. “We’re just ordinary travelers who happen to know some people in Hou Liao. Right now what’s most important is your health. Rest well first, and once you’ve recovered, we’ll send you back. You should also be more careful in the future.”

Qin Xi nodded and didn’t ask further.

She leaned her head against the carriage wall to rest.

Outside the carriage, everyone continued forward under the scorching sun. The sun’s blazing heat shone on people’s bodies with a stinging pain, and they were already drenched in sweat. It was said that people on the grasslands were not only robust but also pitch black, which was not wrong at all. After all, under such scorching sun, it would be strange if they weren’t dark.

“If we keep getting sunburned like this every day, sooner or later someone will die.” A guard lifted his sleeve to wipe his sweat while complaining.

Someone chimed in, “Exactly! Hot enough to kill during the day, cold enough to kill at night. Why is the weather on this grassland so strange?”

“Not just strange—it’s absolutely unpredictable, just like a woman’s face.”

Several people spoke one after another.

The other Hou Liao people laughed heartily upon hearing this. They were born on this grassland and had long adapted to it.

One person said, “This is nothing! You haven’t seen the really vicious days—now those are truly fierce. You could actually be sunburned to death.”

“Right! This is still relatively good. At least there’s wind blowing, isn’t it? How refreshing! I say, why are you Central Plains people’s bodies so weak? Either you’re dying of heat or dying of cold. I think this time you shouldn’t leave. Stay here and train your bodies with us. Then have Brother Mo take you up the mountain a few times, and you’ll get used to it.”

Huh?

Up the mountain?

Lang Bo’s ears perked up when he heard this.

He turned his head and asked, “What mountain? Why go up the mountain?”

This question prompted a round of laughter from everyone.

“What are you laughing at? Tell me!” Curious.

A burly Hou Liao man said while clutching his stomach, “Brother Lang, you don’t know—we have a famous female tyrant in Hou Liao, and our Brother Mo happened to marry her and bring her back. When he first came to the grassland, Brother Mo was even worse off than you guys. He was vomiting all the time, just like a pregnant woman! So our female tyrant made him run up the mountain every day to breathe in the air from Hou Liao’s mountains. Guess what? After more than a month, he really got better. Look at Brother Mo now—isn’t he much more robust than before? So I’m telling you, you’d better go run in the mountains too. You’ll definitely adapt, and it’ll strengthen your body too.”

The female tyrant they were talking about was, of course, Tang Si!

Not only had Muruo become much more robust, he had also darkened considerably.

Almost catching up to being pitch black.

Three seconds of sympathy.

Lang Bo’s stomach churned continuously just hearing about it. That punishment of going up and down mountains was far more terrifying than fighting on the battlefield.

No way, no way!

Shi Ziran saw Lang Bo’s expression and couldn’t help but laugh out loud, teasing, “I say, Hero Lang, what are you afraid of? Brother Mo married a female tyrant, but you’re not marrying a female tyrant. Your fair lady might be a graceful and virtuous woman who’ll bring you joy for a lifetime.”

Words within words!

Others might not understand, but Lang Bo wasn’t stupid.

He looked back at the carriage, thinking the person inside shouldn’t have heard, then—

He cursed at Shi Ziran, “I think you little punk are tired of living. Today I’m going to tear that mouth of yours apart.”

Having said that, he was going to get serious.

Shi Ziran immediately pulled up the reins on the horse’s back, clamped his legs tight around the horse’s belly, and fled immediately.

Lang Bo was unwilling to let it go and chased after him.

The two of them, one in front and one behind, galloped ahead.

This really amused everyone!

Watching those two chase each other on horseback across the grassland—what an eye-searing scene.

Jingrong’s forehead was covered with black lines.

Those two were both his people—couldn’t they have some backbone?

Muruo, however, laughed and sighed, “Time really flies. From when you first took on the ‘Linjing Case’ until now, it’s been almost three years, hasn’t it? Three years ago today, who would have thought I would marry a Hou Liao woman and follow her to this grassland? And you, this prince, would finally be able to live freely with the woman you love. Even more unexpected—the one now sitting on the dragon throne as Emperor of Great Lin… would actually be Wei Yi! Tell me, isn’t fate unpredictable?”

Jingrong listened, his brow furrowing slightly.

He looked out—under the scorching sun, the vast grassland’s green grass was like a blanket, as if covered with a soft and comfortable carpet. Set against that blue sky, it appeared especially fresh, like a grand and prosperous blueprint!

“There are countless possibilities. Whether difficult to predict or within expectations, this path must continue to be walked—there’s no turning back.” The corners of his mouth curved slightly upward.

Muruo sighed.

Then—

“That’s right, we can’t turn back!”

His voice rang out clearly.

Inside the carriage, Ji Yunshu heard it.

She lifted the curtain to look and saw Jingrong and Muruo riding horses ahead. She didn’t know what they were talking about that made them so animated.

A guard riding nearby suddenly said, “Look at that person behind us. I estimate he can’t hold on much longer, right?”

“He deserves it. If he hadn’t captured Miss Ji, there wouldn’t be so many problems. That the prince didn’t kill him is already merciful.”

Hearing this, Ji Yunshu looked behind and saw Bai Yin with his hands bound, being pulled along by someone on horseback. He was covered in sweat, his face haggard, his parched lips cracked severely and bleeding, looking extremely tired, thirsty, and sunburned. His body could barely hold on anymore. His feet swayed lightly, and he could only be pulled forward by the force of the rope tied to his wrists. But even so, he still gritted his teeth and held on stubbornly, unwilling to fall!

Looking at him, it was indeed heart-wrenching.

Ji Yunshu lowered her eyes in thought for a moment, then said to the person riding beside the carriage, “Go tell the young master that we should rest here for a while.”

“Yes!”

The guard rode forward and told Jingrong.

Jingrong looked back, then nodded.

So someone shouted, “Rest here for a while.”

The horse convoy stopped.

Bai Yin finally got a chance to catch his breath.

His whole body lay sideways on the grass, breathing lightly, like someone about to die!

Everyone also sat on the ground, or simply lay down. Fortunately, the scorching sun was gradually setting and a breeze had picked up. The fresh scent of grass and trees lingered around their noses, making people feel relaxed and intoxicated.

Ji Yunshu helped the weak Qin Xi down from the carriage to rest on the side.

“Jing… Yunshu, how much longer?” Qin Xi asked her.

“Should be soon.”

Qin Xi nodded. Her gaze involuntarily looked toward Lang Bo, who was still trying to reason with Shi Ziran, appearing furtive and cautious.

Jingrong dismounted, then took a water flask from the horse’s back and weighed it in his hand a few times.

Then—

He walked toward Bai Yin behind them.

Ji Yunshu saw this and wondered… what does he want to do?