Lin Zichan felt a slight pain in his chest.
Yet he merely endured it, carefully steering the carriage.
Inside the carriage.
An Ning peered through the drawn curtain of the carriage, observing the scenery outside.
She listened to the conversation between An Youyou and Lin Zichan.
The Imperial Palace... no longer belonged to him...
An Ning's eyes gradually dimmed.
...
They traveled for a full day.
The group lodged at a fine inn.
Guan Yu and the others accompanied An Ning and An Youyou back to their rooms to rest first.
Lin Zichan, however, led a few horses alone to feed and water them.
They needed to continue the journey early the next morning.
He simply stood outside the stables.
Until.
He sensed someone appearing behind him.
Lin Zichan turned around.
Seeing An Ning at that moment, he was about to kneel and salute...
"There's no need to be so formal outside." An Ning stopped him directly.
"Yes." Lin Zichan replied respectfully.
He then kept his head lowered.
