"Xinzhou is in the south, the Capital is in the north, Daoist, you may head north all the way."
Above Xiangyun, there was no wind or wave. Prince Xin sat down directly, appearing quite carefree. He untied the package, revealing nothing else but a jar of fine wine, several dishes meant to accompany the wine, and a bowl of exquisite wheat porridge. Besides that, there was nothing else.
Prince Xin drank the wine and ate the wheat porridge, seeming to think he was undoubtedly doomed on this journey. He might as well die a well-fed ghost; before coming, he had already arranged all the affairs, only waiting for the news of his death to reach Xinzhou City.
"Are you very hungry?" Li Yi asked.
Prince Xin said, "I didn't eat much during the feast, and I was startled. Now my stomach is empty. Thinking it over, it's better to carry food to have a filling meal on the way, after all, who knows when I'll next get to eat."
