Once out of the city, little Qingyu couldn't stay in the carriage any longer. Without rubber tires, the carriage was truly something only a few could enjoy; it shook one to pieces.
"Mother, mother, I want to ride a horse!" Little Qingyu fussed to Lin Wanwan.
"Alright, we'll ride horses!"
Coincidentally, Lin Wanwan couldn't sit still either. Once out of Chang'an City, the sky was bluer, the clouds whiter, the mountains greener, and the water clearer; even breathing felt more comfortable.
This was the feeling of freedom!
Putting on a hat one for each, Lin Wanwan, under Xiao Yixun's gentle gaze, held little Qingyu and mounted her large Ferghana horse.
This horse was a gift from Xiao Chong on Chinese New Year's Eve two years ago. It was a rare steed, unmatched by ordinary horses in both appearance and strength. Lin Wanwan was used to riding it and took it wherever she went, even to Chang'an.
