"Hyah, hyah, hyah!"
Amidst the swirling snowflakes, several fast horses galloped.
"Your Highness, we're almost at the post station ahead, please bear with it a little longer!"
The weather was cold, and a few spies worried that Qian Yi wouldn't withstand the chill. They initially planned to let him travel by carriage, but the news from Qian Yi was urgent: he must quickly return to the capital at once!
Therefore, he chose to ride a horse, letting his parents travel by carriage.
As a result, it snowed halfway.
Qian Yi looked at the vast, white snowy landscape and shook his head: "No matter; it's just a trivial cold, nothing at all."
Good!
The three spies didn't voice it, but inwardly they praised Qian Yi's words.
This is the demeanor of an heir!
Just like the Emperor back then!
A tiger father begets no canine son, indeed!
Qian Yi silently observed their expressions and realized that his words had gained their approval, feeling pleased within.
