"What?!"
Shang Ruyi immediately panicked. Without having time to think, she spurred her horse and galloped towards the posthouse ahead.
"Shang—"
Yu Wenye wanted to stop her, but after thinking for a moment, he waved to the people behind him, "Follow her, remember, without my command, do not act recklessly!"
"Yes!"
The crowd obeyed the order and followed him, galloping forward.
In less than half a mile, almost in the blink of an eye, they reached the Zhanping River Posthouse. It was just a small two-story earthen building by the riverbank, with outer walls not even reaching a person's height, much of it collapsed. Two lanterns hung at the entrance of the posthouse, one already extinguished. The battered wooden door was full of cracks, letting in much light even when closed. At this moment, the double doors seemed to have been kicked open, swaying with a creaking sound against the walls on either side.
