Although they managed to shake off the officials, Shangguan Ling didn't dare to relax and continued driving the carriage at a furious speed.
"The path is getting more and more remote,"
Yu Zichuan said.
Shangguan Ling lashed the horse's flank with a whip. "The area is crawling with officials. Do you think breaking through their siege is that easy?"
Yu Zichuan replied, "It's precisely because it's not easy that we need you. Otherwise, what use are you, Commander of the Imperial Guard?"
Shangguan Ling was at a loss for words, completely dumbfounded.
Since when did this kid become so sharp-tongued? And where did he learn it from?
Inside the carriage, the eternally cold and expressionless Chen Long's face was filled with worry. It was hard to believe that someone like him—an unfeeling killing machine—could reveal such a soft side.
He extended his hand, intending to lift the bridal veil off his sister's head.
