The light of dawn pierced through the gap in the carriage curtains.
The morning breeze blew, moving the curtains, and the light moved along with it...
Miss Qiu was not considered a great beauty, and although the Princess Consort appeared youthful due to the Multi-tailed Fox Blood, she still showed traces of age in the corners of her eyes and her expression.
At this moment, the two women were already awake but lay quietly under the blankets, watching the light flickering on the wall of the carriage, their expressions complex.
Though Song Yan treated them well, the past few years had been like living in Hell for them.
On the mountain, Song Yan was their protective umbrella.
As long as they were Song Yan's furnaces, they could stay safely in the Cave Mansion without encountering danger.
But now, they had left the Puppet Sect for several days.
At this moment, the relationship between Song Yan and them had changed. It was no longer "protective umbrella," but... "Prison Guard."
