This was a serene afternoon.
The people and horses in the house had all rested, exuding a tranquil peace throughout.
Gu Jiao didn't touch the Red-Tasseled Spear, choosing instead to go beside the well and wash the clothes.
The summers in Yan Country were more humid and hot than in Zhan Country, with a sticky atmosphere in the air, and especially because of the cloth binding her chest, it was so hot one could almost suffer a heat stroke.
Gu Jiao hung the washed clothes on the line one by one, and while she was halfway through, a series of urgent horse hoof sounds came from outside the door.
At first, Gu Jiao didn't pay much attention, but the sound of the hooves stopped at the gate of her own house.
Gu Jiao's first reaction was that Gu Chengfeng had arrived.
Xun Fengxian of Tianxiang Pavilion couldn't keep an eye on him, and Chengfeng's actions had always been relatively free, as for why she didn't suspect Xiao Hen, it was because Xiao Hen had been very cautious recently.
