Chen Sansi then turned back and pulled her up onto the back of the horse.
"Your horse, why is it so fast!"
Zhaozhao sat behind him, feeling as if she were flying, her hands tightly clutching Chen Sansi's waist, her lower body still floating in midair. She bit her silver teeth, "Can't you go slower!"
"Huh!"
Upon arriving near Red Sleeve Tower, Chen Sansi dismounted.
"Go through the back door!"
Zhaozhao, sitting on the horseback with lingering fear, patted her chest and glared at him before jumping off and explaining, "Oirans only entertain guests at night, you're now having a private meeting with my lady. A private meeting naturally requires using the back door."
"..."
It's really troublesome how these people hide their identities.
Chen Sansi followed her as they took a detour.
When they arrived at the back door, they unexpectedly ran into an acquaintance.
Yan Changqing was also dressed in armor, parting from a woman with great reluctance.
"Brother Chen?"