Through the green gauze curtains of the carriage window, the street scenery was tinged with a hazy color.
The carriage was in the center, flanked by a noble escort on either side.
Du Yunluo quietly watched the view outside the window, suddenly recalling Mu Lianxiao speaking to her across the carriage window that day, causing her heart to beat faster.
At this moment, Mu Lianxiao must be somewhere in this escort, still riding high on his magnificent horse, gallant and spirited.
Upon leaving the city gate and getting onto the main road, Du Yunluo listened to the sound of the wheels. She didn't feel the carriage was shaking violently, even though it was apparent that the princess's carriage was different. Only now did she truly feel it.
The mountain path leading to Guoning Temple was newly constructed. Nevertheless, the carriage could only reach halfway up the mountain; from there on, they had to switch to a sedan chair.
