Mu Yan's carriage was traveling on the official road, and he sat inside, gazing in the direction of Heifeng Pass. Zhan Lan had not been in the camp since early morning. Where did she go?
Could it be that she didn't want to see him off that much?
Vermilion Bird understood his master's thoughts, so he kept reminding the Hidden Guard to slow down along the way.
After all, if Master couldn't wait for Miss Zhan, he judged that the recent days wouldn't see any good mood from him.
He didn't want to see his master in a bad mood, not because it would make their tasks more nerve-wracking, but because he had followed his master since childhood and understood all too well how difficult it was for him to like someone, to wish for closeness with her.
Before knowing Miss Zhan, Mu Yan's heart was filled only with vengeance, and it was rare to see a smile on his master's face.