The horses galloped swiftly, kicking up dust in their path, startling the small animals by the roadside, sending them scurrying into the forest and disappearing from sight.
Liang Bang hadn't ridden at such a breakneck pace for so long that he almost felt like vomiting from the jostling, but he had to endure.
As he looked at the two people ahead, he couldn't help but twitch a corner of his mouth. It was understandable for Ah Jiu, a man, to run so fast, but what about the Princess Consort?
They had been running for about two shichen now, yet she showed no sign of slowing down or calling a halt. This was like a forced march—was she still a woman, a woman at all?
And the people following behind them showed no hint of surprise, as if they were used to such a scene. Was it because he understood too little?
"My lord, the valley entrance is ten li ahead," Chi San reminded.
