"Oh no! Don't hit me! Don't hit me! Don't hit me or I'll start crying!" The little meat bun clutched the soft pillow, dodging left and right inside the carriage.
"How dare you laugh at me! I'll give you something to laugh about!" Xiao Wu Changyue swung a pillow, crawling after him relentlessly.
"Wuchang, you're crushing my leg!"
"Young Master, you're kicking my waist!"
"My mother said, kids don't have waists! Wah! Don't hit me!"
"..."
The carriage instantly filled with laughter. Empress Dowager Xiao, who was driving, shook her head with a tolerant smile, her wrinkled face showing affection.
Was this journey to the endpoint really what Gu Changsheng and Zhou Mu worried about—the Northern Mongolian?
Empress Dowager Xiao was a bit skeptical. She always felt that since those two were heading northward, if they reached the desert's north, they probably wouldn't stop moving northwest, wouldn't abandon the person in that coffin, and might explore that far north land people feared!
