With deep-set eyes full of fire, Borjigin Nian glared at the two small white donkeys, gritting his teeth, "With these little donkeys, when will you ever make it back to Great Zhou? Even snails are faster!"
Gu Changsheng heard this and shook his head with smug satisfaction, one hand holding the horse's reins and the other tugging the ropes of the two little donkeys, moving forward with unparalleled leisure and ease, "You don't understand. As the saying goes, 'Traveling ten thousand miles is better than reading ten thousand books.' This northern journey isn't just about returning; it's an invaluable opportunity to hone my son and refine the child bride. How could we miss it?"
Borjigin Nian was speechless at his words.
