On horseback.
The Red King gently wrapped his hands around to the front, holding the reins as he moved with the procession.
The official road north was flat. Shen Shizong led his troops to clear the way, making for an unimpeded journey. The Barbarians were few and weak, only a dozen or so of them. They watched the "Red King and his wife," who were holding each other on horseback like lovers, with expressions that could devour a man.
To borrow a common saying: if looks could kill, the Red King would be riddled with holes by now.
Feng Bei's lips turned down in a slight pout. That spot should have been hers.
Although Feng Bei knew in her heart that Zheng Xiu definitely didn't like that woman and had other motives, she couldn't help but feel that something was wrong.
"Little Feng Miao, it's just you and me now."
Feng Bei rubbed the orange cat's fluffy head, pressing the fur on top into the shape of a small blade.
