Soft Cushion

The horse immediately started to run. Ye Muyu's body swayed on the horse, and in the end, she could only hold the horse's neck to stabilize herself.

"Hahaha, quickly follow me." Li Ruyi's laughter came from the front, and she did not forget to remind her to follow.

Ye Muyu forcefully suppressed the fear in her heart, slowly straightened her back, and chased after her.

Two hours passed.

Ye Muyu felt a throbbing pain in her thigh. She reckoned that blisters had already formed.

Fortunately, Li Ruyi was going to see Shen Qin, so she waved her hand and asked her to leave.

Ye Muyu got off the horse. She felt tired and hungry. Su Mei came over to support her. Her eyes were red. "Madam, are you okay? Shall we write a letter to Master?"

"No." Ye Muyu quickly stopped her.

She had finally seen the strict hierarchy of ancient times.