Hou Jingshu, Part I
Hou Jingshu pouted as she sat in the small carriage trundling along the dirt road in the middle of nowhere. She rested with her chin on her hand, stared out the window, and refused to look at the other person sitting inside of the carriage with her. Outside the window was a view featuring a cornucopia of trees and mountains but not much else.
Certainly, it was nothing like the imperial capital.
“Come on, my dear daughter. Are you still upset with me?” asked the man sitting on the opposite side of the carriage. He was an elderly man with graying hair and wrinkles around his eyes. While his age did show, his physique retained the perfectly sculpted muscles he had acquired in his youth, though they were hidden by his elegant robes.