บท 713: 305: Thick-skinned, impervious to swords and weapons, and unaffected by water or fire

In Zhangping Mansion, the summer mornings and evenings are still somewhat cool, but upon entering the territory of the capital city, the heat becomes unbearable. The wind blowing in one's face only adds to the discomfort.

They can't even see the city gate yet, but the sky that was brightly lit just moments ago is now overcast.

Su Xinyi looks up at the sky, "Find a place to take shelter. It's going to rain soon."

Zhan Qiao immediately suggests, "There's a farmhouse not far ahead. Should we go check it out?"

Su Xinyi nods, "Let's go."

The wind gradually picks up, and they quickly ride their horses.

On the way to the farmhouse, a carriage is stuck in the mud, unable to move. As the rain starts to fall with the wind, there are few people on the official road. A little maid anxiously looks around by the roadside with an umbrella, while the coachman tries to push the carriage out of the mud pit. However, he is alone and lacks the strength to do so.