Inner City.
On the quiet streets,
Jiang Ning sat inside a carriage made of sandalwood, flipping through books.
Lv Yi knelt beside him on the carpet, lighting the musk in the incense burner.
At the same time, she stirred the charcoal fire, making it burn even stronger.
For a moment, the carriage was warm and filled with a faint scent of incense.
Outside the carriage, it was just as tranquil.
The rare severe winter of the century made all the city residents unwilling to go out, huddling at home waiting for winter to end.
Half an hour later.
Hiss—
Tap tap—
Sounds of horses' breath and their iron-shod hooves hitting the ground came from outside the carriage.
"It's done!" Jiang Ning felt the information transmitted through the mark of his Favored and was immediately overjoyed.
Then he put down the book in his hands and stood up to lift the carriage curtain.
