At the gate of the capital, Prince Liang snorted coldly at Zhou Changzhi, who was also on horseback, "Do you still think this prince is deceiving you?"
Zhou Changzhi did not think so. In fact, after a few days of rapid travel, he had believed; the letter was real. Accustomed to Prince Liang's harsh words, he responded indifferently, "Your Highness, should we go directly to the Palace, or should I go home first?"
Prince Liang choked for a moment and said coldly, "To the Palace."
Chang Zhi bowed his head and sniffed his clothes; he would have preferred to go home first since he had been wearing the same clothes for two days. When Prince Liang said it would be a rapid journey, he meant it; they had ridden horses the whole way. Fortunately, his riding skills were decent, but he still suffered quite a bit. Initially unaccustomed to fast riding, his thighs had chafed. If it hadn't been for Shen Xing's ointment, he couldn't have endured it. Now, the insides of his thighs had calloused.
