Qin Yao smiled, "Lord He, have a safe journey."
Bai He was so taken aback that he almost fainted from anger on his horse.
Hurriedly, he tossed his bag to his subordinate beside him, urged his horse to catch up with the Qi Family's convoy in front, and left without looking back.
Very soon, the grand procession disappeared at the end of the road.
Qin Yao took a deep breath of the chilly air, exhaled a long breath, and relaxed both mentally and physically.
Best of luck to old Zhu Gongliang.
And she wished her own life would remain peaceful.
Qin Yao extended a hand to Liu Ji, "Come on up, time to head back."
Liu Ji gladly took her hand, and a force pulled him up onto the horse, sitting securely in front of her.
His peach blossom eyes glanced sideways, leaning in slightly, almost resting in her soft embrace.
Qin Yao extended her palm and pushed him back, nearly making him bury his head into the horse's mane.
