In the early morning hours, the bright morning sun eradicated the last bit of chill on this desolate land.
Zong Shou was really calm, sitting on the roof of the carriage. Opposite him sat Hu Qianqiu.
Xuanyuan Yiren was at the side, personally pouring wine for the two of them. Girls during the olden times were supposed to show respect to their husbands. The current Xuanyuan Yiren didn't have any of the usual sharpness that she had before. She was gentle and solemn, her actions and the way she sat was really demure and perfect. Each of her actions were elegant and displayed her womanly charms perfectly.
On the other side also sat Hu Zhongyuan. However, Zong Shou's gaze automatically disregarded him.
In truth Hu Zhongyuan didn't dare to look at him. The elder of the Iron Tiger race was badly bruised and wasn't that nice to look at.