"Then I should send another letter." Cheng Yuanshan said, recalling something very important, he asked Fu Shinian, "On this journey, we have no carriage. Can you ride a horse?"
They are bearing a heavy responsibility, not enjoying leisure. To make haste, naturally, they must all ride horses.
The saved space is all used for carrying provisions.
Fortunately, because the horses have to carry a lot, they do not travel fast.
Fu Shinian, having previously hidden among the convoy's goods and secretly followed till now, understood the pace of the procession, so she said, "I can."
She is only average at horsemanship, not as talented as Fu Mingzhu in riding and archery, but that doesn't mean she can't do it.
Simple horse riding is not a problem.
Cheng Yuanshan sighed again, accepting fate, "Follow me closely along the way, don't wander off."
"When we reach the town, I will get you a carriage." Cheng Yuanshan added.
