The cool night air was filled with the half moon hanging in the sky, casting a clear light on the small paths between the mountains.
The carriage on the mountain road, under the moonlight, sped along as if flying, with a group of people escorting it as they retreated into the deep mountains!
Nobody cared about the moonlight in the sky, whether inside the carriage or out, all travelers were fraught with worry, with no one in the mood to speak another word.
Little Yanyan had already fallen asleep, lying quietly in Su Pan'er's arms.
Su Pan'er was dressed as a peasant woman, with a headscarf wrapped around her dark hair. Looking through the open window, the sounds of horse hooves and the grinding of wheels on the ground echoed.