Shen Qingzhu sat on the horse emitting heavy breaths, turning its head, it sniffed her hand, showing great intelligence.
Shen Qingzhu smiled and looked up at Bai Jinse: "So I took a gamble and guessed that either the Seventh Miss or the Fifth Young Master must be among the refugees. I chased all the way..."
But because among the Xiliang refugees some wanted to bypass the army, some boldly took the official road, and others chose the most difficult mountain paths, each choosing different directions; some went west after leaving Yunjing along the official road, others went south, and some continued northward, so Shen Qingzhu indeed took quite some effort to find Bai Jinse.
Bai Jinse nodded: "Thank you so much, Sister Qingzhu!"
