Before the city gate.
Some wept.
Some laughed.
Some threw themselves into the arms of others.
Zhao Ci held the little beggar, feeling somewhat helpless. Thankfully, he remembered what Kan Luotang originally looked like and could picture her in his mind; otherwise, there would have been nothing pleasant about this experience at all.
Fortunately, however, Kan Luotang's emotions quickly stabilized.
She quickly struggled free, glanced at the stains she had left on Zhao Ci's clothes, and said apologetically, "Tenth Prince, my apologies!"
Zhao Ci was speechless.
'Didn't you just throw yourself into my arms?'
'Shouldn't you be acting a little shy?'
He gave a light cough. "It's nothing, Miss Luotang. What happened to you?"
Kan Luotang's expression suddenly changed. "Your Highness! Can you help me?"
"What is it?"
"Save my horse!"
"..."
Zhao Ci was baffled.
Kan Luotang concisely recounted her ordeal.
