“Thud.” Once again, Jing Hengbo landed on her back, but she didn’t feel any pain. A glance revealed thick carpets on the floor and the hem of a snow-white robe with subtly embedded gold threads lying quietly.

Outside the carriage came the sound of galloping horses. A guard said, “Master, there seem to be bandits hiding along the road causing trouble. We subordinates will go investigate.”

The white-clothed man hummed in acknowledgment, his voice light and indifferent as if he didn’t care, then added another sentence.

“Two people will suffice.”

The guards outside received their orders and left. Jing Hengbo was somewhat confused listening—they had quite a few people in their group. Since bandits were making a move, naturally the other side wouldn’t have too few people either. Just sending two guards to investigate—what kind of plan was that?

The white-clothed man seemed to completely disregard the so-called bandits. There was a rustling sound from his fingers, as if he was flipping through a book. His robe hem was right before her eyes, the fabric fine and pristine, like frost and snow. From her angle, she could see him holding a cup in one hand while annotating a map on the small table with the other. Not a drop of wine spilled from the cup, and the map unrolled in front of her. Every character was clear and elegant, making one wonder which hand he had used to pull a person back just now without affecting his writing or wine cup at all.

Jing Hengbo saw the words “Yan Bei” on the map, marking mountains, rivers, and streams. This was a map of northern Da Yan, precisely the route they would travel. Now in the Sanshui County area, three circles had already been drawn.

The small table blocked his face. Jing Hengbo could only see a slender neck half-hidden by black sandalwood, the contrast of black and white captivating the eye. Her gaze lingered for a while as she quietly swallowed, thinking that a man’s skin could actually make one immediately think of the words “ice-smooth jade bones.”

After throwing her in, the person in front of her acted as if she didn’t exist and continued with his own affairs. Jing Hengbo’s gaze wandered randomly when she suddenly met a pair of wide-open eyes, startling her. Only then did she discover that the entire back wall of the carriage was a huge yellow rosewood flying dragon carving. The craftsmanship wasn’t particularly fine—the knife work was bold and wild—but precisely because of this, it displayed the dragon’s wild spirit thoroughly. With angry bulging eyes and five golden claws, as the carriage swayed, it seemed ready to break through the wall at any moment.

Such carving was heart-stopping to look at. Jing Hengbo approached with interest and reached out to dig at the dragon’s eye—she noticed the dragon’s eye contained precious light and might have gems embedded inside.

“Smack.” Her restless claws were knocked away.

Jing Hengbo rubbed her reddened hand and looked back resentfully at that immovable guy, saying, “Handsome, do you have a doctor here? I have a friend who needs medical attention…” Halfway through her words, her gaze suddenly fixed.

Starlight hazily outlined his profile—rarely seen exquisite and wonderful lines. His high nose was like a jade pillar with clear, distinct lines, yet his lip line was thin and soft. The pale silver starlight and his jade-colored skin complemented each other, suddenly bringing to mind such pure words as “translucent.”

The next second, Jing Hengbo discovered she had somehow moved to his side.

“Hey! Handsome—” Her voice was long and soft as one arm gracefully draped over his shoulder. Jing Hengbo smiled with swaying radiance, her lips approaching his thin jade-like earlobe inch by inch. “I’m called Jing Hengbo, nickname Bo Bo, or you can call me Da Bo. You look somewhat familiar—shall we get acquainted…”

The next second, everything spun before her eyes. The carriage roof seemed to flip over. Her back touched the hard carriage wall, a hand gripped her neck, pressing her against the carriage wall, and a pair of eyes gazed at her coldly and indifferently.

Jing Hengbo’s gaze was passionate and bold—Wow! Finally seeing the front view! Wow! Sister wasn’t disappointed!

Indeed, what a face that could topple kingdoms!

Especially those eyes—extremely deep double eyelids and extremely black pupils aside, there was faintly a deep blue color in the depths of his eyes. It didn’t appear strange but only made his eyes more sharp and profound. “Brilliant as stars” wasn’t sufficient to describe their divine light. Looking into them was like falling into the depths of the universe, not knowing the way forward or back, seeing only the mystical heaven and earth with seven-colored flowing light.

These eyes alone seemed to encompass all the colors of the world, making the beauty of his other features mere accompaniment. And that extremely white, nearly transparent skin—extremely pure, extremely clear, like seeing ice in a jade pool amid summer’s brilliance, with ghostly cold emanating, making one shiver with awe.

Now these crystal-like eyes stared at her. Jing Hengbo couldn’t help but shiver, suddenly feeling the temperature in the carriage plummet, coldness penetrating to her bones.

There was killing intent!

This inexplicable killing intent froze her so much that even her claws wanting to reach out and take advantage paused.

But!

Her eyes swept across his earlobe.

Had anyone told her why, clearly this guy’s entire body emanated killing intent as cold as ice crystals, yet his earlobe… was! Red!

He was so clear and crystalline that the touch of red was so conspicuous, lightly and thinly tinted on his earlobe, even slightly sweeping toward his temple, like rosy clouds reflecting on snow, or like pale red jade hues showing through white jade.

Jing Hengbo’s eyes were about to glow red too—was such contrasting and disparate temptation really okay!

“Beauty…” She dared not touch, but her mouth wouldn’t give up the opportunity. Hanging straight on the carriage wall, she gazed sincerely at the pink-earlobed iceberg beauty across from her, tears welling up as she clutched her heart with both hands. “I think I’ve fallen in love with you. Will you be my royal husband?”