That night, a black steed carrying two riders galloped at full speed through Dexuan Gate.
Zhao Junyao wore a Dark Fox Fur Cloud-patterned Cloak.
The cloak was thick and warm, wrapping Xia Ruqing snugly. She sat in Zhao Junyao's arms, completely bundled up with only her eyes visible.
The night wind whistled past her ears, but Xia Ruqing didn't feel cold. She kept her large eyes open, curiously watching the scenery rapidly recede behind them. The left side was beautiful, and the right side was lively. Her little head kept turning in his embrace.
"Don't move!" Zhao Junyao said in a deep voice.
As soon as he spoke, a burst of his warm breath blew onto her, and Xia Ruqing dared not move.
"Emperor, where are we going?"
Zhao Junyao lowered his head to glance at her. "Out to clear our minds!"
She must have been feeling terribly cooped up after all this time!
Xia Ruqing didn't ask further.
