The wheels rolled over the wide avenue, the four steeds galloping like lightning.
Inside the carriage, however, it was as stable as a still room.
Jiang Shouzhong was squeezed into the corner of the soft couch, surrounded by a lingering fragrance.
Luo Wanqing leaned diagonally against a gold-threaded soft pillow, her large golden skirt spread like flowing clouds over half the couch.
Jiang Yi was next to his knee, her black silk stockings brushing against the man's ankle intentionally or unintentionally.
Dugu Luoxue sat alone by the carriage window, her green cloth skirt wrapped tight, resembling a snow lotus, cold and pure.
"Young Hero Jiang sure is fortunate."
Luo Wanqing twirled a strand of hair with her fingertips, her phoenix eyes glancing sideways at Jiang Yi's toe movement under the skirt, "I suspect that if this carriage were a bit wider, someone would have already snuggled into your arms."
