The cavalry of more than fifty people had quietly left at some point. Ruan Dichen turned around, his brown eyes were cold, and he easily turned the ghost-headed sword between his wrists and put it behind his back. His eyes swept over Wenjiu.

Wen Jiujiu shook his head and quickly lowered the sedan curtain.

A gust of wind passed by, Ruan Dichen got in, and shouted "Let's go!" The carriage began to move slowly again. Wen Jiujiu lowered his head, and there was a faint scent of ambergris lingering in his nose. This is an emperor's fragrance, thinking about this...
Chapter completed!