Jiang Ke was traveling with Sang Yan toward the East.
To the East, Quanzhou was by the sea; once they took to the sea, they would be as free as fish leaping through the vast waters.
In the two days that Jiang Ke rested up, Sang Yan had already figured out his intentions. Sadly for her, he watched her closely; every time he went out to purchase supplies, he would press her mute acupoint and other acupoints to immobilize her body.
And he would return very quickly.
Never taking more than two hours.
She had no chance to call for help.
Despair.
Endless despair.
She didn't know what fate awaited them once they set sail.
Did she really have to exile herself overseas with him and become a true husband and wife?
"Mmmhmmhmm—"
She sat in the carriage; through the curtains blown open by the wind, she saw soldiers outside searching for someone.
Jiang Ke pulled the curtains closed, blocking her view, and smiled tenderly, "Ah Yan, still not giving up hope?"
