Mu Lianxiao walked extremely fast.
This alley was quiet, with not many people going in and out.
Fortunately, because of this, his disheveled appearance was not seen by others.
The late autumn wind blew against him, barely cooling the heat, so he had to lean against an old tree, taking deep and steady breaths.
Before his eyes was still the gentle smile of Du Yunluo, her soft and sweet voice, like her cherry lips, completely disarrayed his senses.
Yun Qi came running after him.
He had been trying to get close to the coachman to prevent him from going back to the mansion and revealing the meeting between Du Yunluo and Mu Lianxiao.
The young coachman was particularly interested in martial arts, listening to Yun Qi talk about training, wrestling, and various happenings in the military camp with great enthusiasm.
The two were deeply engaged in conversation when Mu Lianxiao suddenly got out of the carriage without a word and walked away without looking back.
