From Huangzhou to Yanjing, beyond the city gates, the number of houses dwindled with each step. To avoid Prince Cheng's troops, Zhao Ke and his companion were taking back roads, which nearly always led into the mountains. By the third day, they had entered complete wilderness—with no village ahead, no store behind, nothing at all.
Wen Renyao looked outside for a while and said, "It looks like we'll have to spend the night in the mountains today."
Jiang Li didn't seem to mind at all.
When Wen Renyao saw her indifferent attitude, he asked, "Miss Jiang the Second, we have to stay in the mountains tonight, and you're not surprised at all?"
"There's no other inn around here, but there are houses in the mountains, although they're not easy to find. Searching blindly could lead us astray. Compared to that, staying in the mountains is a good choice," Jiang Li answered, "Only, making a fire at night is too dangerous; it could attract bad people. It's better to rest in the carriage."
