Capital City isn't too far from Qiyun Mountain. The Sweat-Blood Precious Horse would reach it in no time once it galloped merrily.
Arriving at the foot of Qiyun Mountain, Yan Qing pulled back on the reins and looked down at Ling Hua, who had curled up bonelessly in his embrace, "You can speak now."
Ling Hua didn't want to speak. The Sweat-Blood Precious Horse was too fast. Although she sat in front of Yan Qing, loosely held by him and feeling content in her heart, her body was uncomfortable. Her flesh was too tender, and the beatings from when she'd drummed for justice had damaged her body. Although she had healed since, her muscles retained the painful memory, unable to endure the slightest bit of torment. Riding the horse so swiftly not only left her bottom aching but also caused a burning sensation on the inner sides of her thighs—she must have chafed the skin off.
Right now, she didn't want to move at all, feeling it would only cause her pain.