The carriage traveled far, so far that the Imperial Palace was out of sight, and once it left the city gates, it clearly picked up speed.
Within the Dragon Carriage, Xiao Jiazhen's tears silently flowed without end, and she looked even more haggard.
"Jiazhen, let me wipe your face."
Xiao Jiazhen took the handkerchief her sister-in-law handed to her, gently wiped the tear stains on her face, and sat silently in the carriage, her eyes vacant as she watched the scenery flash by the window.
Feng Xuxu sighed softly, lying on the soft couch to rest and closed her eyes to rejuvenate. Lately, she could eat and sleep well; no sooner had she lain down than she started yawning continuously, and as soon as she closed her eyes, she fell asleep.
It gets dark early in the winter, and by the time night fell, the Dragon Carriage had already reached a small town. After Feng Qing had made all the arrangements, Xiao Jiazhen slowly woke her still-sleeping cousin-in-law.
