Promise

After exiting through the back door, Su Ying immediately saw Wei Zhongming still shackled in the prison cart.

He looked like he had lost a lot of weight, and his face was ashen-gray. He had the wretched demeanor of a death row prisoner.

When he heard the commotion, Wei Zhongming looked at Su Ying with anticipation. "Your Imperial Highness…" 

Su Ying nimbly mounted her horse. "It does not feel good, does it?"

"I deserve to die…"

"It's good that you know you deserve to die."

Wei Zhongming did not dare to make a sound anymore.

Xiao Jin and Su Ying mounted their horses and galloped off.

The town wasn't far from the courier station. As the place was close to the capital city, Xiao Jin was not unfamiliar with this stretch of road.

The two of them rode their horses all the way and reached the town before dark.

This was a big town. Even though the sun was setting, there were still many pedestrians on the streets.