179 The Wandering Prophet (III)

In the carriage, a soft figure in a feathery white coat rested warmly inside someone's big arms. Compared to the big figure dressed in navy blue, the figure in white looked much smaller when she rested in his arms.

However, from the moment they had got onto the carriage, the young lady had been sleeping in his arms this whole time without even opening her eyes.

Emperor Yang Long who had also changed into something that was not eye catching remained silent the whole journey with his beloved in his arms.

In the moment of silence, he couldn't help but think to himself, why was it that they were this close to each other, but why did he feel like they were li's apart from each other?

...Was she keeping herself quiet to punish him?

Though the small figure in his arm had closed her eyes, Emperor Yang Long knew with all his heart that she was not.