Qian Fanji was reading a file when he heard the commotion and lifted the carriage curtain to look outside.
The horse had already galloped a great distance. The tiny figure bounced on its back, and in the blink of an eye, the horse rounded a corner and vanished from sight.
How could Qian Fanji possibly remain seated? He exited the carriage and leaped onto a horse.
Understanding his intention, a guard swiftly unhitched the horse from the carriage, and it bolted away.
"Young Master, I'll go too..."
The guard hurriedly looked around for another horse.
In an instant, Ye Qianning, lying low on the horse's back, reached the city gate. The search there hadn't ended yet, and a long queue of people stretched out before her.
Sang Zhi had left the palace an hour ago. On a fast horse, he would already be twenty or thirty li away by now. She couldn't afford to wait.
The horse's pace slowed.
Ye Qianning stroked its mane with her small hand and whispered, "Charge through."
