On the vast forest path, a carriage sped along, flanked by three fast horses ridden by Zhe Feng, Broken Jade, and Xuan Xu.
Inside the carriage, Long Yue leaned on Li Qingmu's shoulder for a nap, while Li Qingmu pondered how to handle the affairs of the Southern Territory. In front was the coachman.
This coachman was no ordinary person but a spy from the Yulong Pavilion, protecting Li Qingmu while also relaying some information back to Shengjing.
"Clop, clop..."
The wheels of the carriage pressed on the muddy path, leaving tracks of varying depths.
The geographical location of the Southern Territory extended continuously southward, being extremely remote.
The journey there would take considerable time.
At that moment, Long Yue awoke. She blinked her sleepy eyes, then clung to the man's arm as she lay down again for a while.
Seeing his little wife's lazy and dreamy demeanor, Li Qingmu's eyes were full of tender affection.
Suddenly, Long Yue sat up and looked out the window.
