Arriving at QingHe (part one)

Synopsis: Truly, such lunatics existed who enjoyed chafing their butts on such a holiday….

Meanwhile, on the outskirts of QingHe city.

A shabby carriage travelled through the forest leading to the gate of Qing He city. Its wooden wheels creaking every time it passed over tiny pebbles or uneven ground. The roads leading to the city were mostly empty since people were busy celebrating Qiqiao with their loved ones.

Only madmen and lunatics would spend such a holiday chafing their butts travelling!

even the ghosts had gone to celebrate Qiqiao with their lovers and only the stars stayed to accompany the trees on such a silent night. Unfortunately this silence didn't remain for long before noise shook up the entire forest...

Truly, such lunatics existed who enjoyed chafing their butts on such a holiday….

"YANG YATING IF I HEAR ONE MORE WORD FROM YOU, YOU'LL BE THE ONE PULLING THE CARRIAGE INSTEAD OF THE HORSES," a voice huffed from the inside of the shabby carriage.

"WELL IT'S NOT MY FAULT!!!…IF ONLY YOU CHOSE THE CARRIAGE THE ELDERS WERE OFFERING," sulked the teenage girl.

The childish bickering belonged to two people, the first of which belonged to the sect leader of the Bai Hua sect, Xue Lixin and the latter belonging to his annoying junior martial sister Yang Yating.

"WHY DID YOU EVEN CHOOSE THIS STUPID CARRIAGE?? Asked Yating "EVEN WUHAN-GE DOESN'T APPROVE, RIGHT WUHAN-GE??"

The person she was referring to was the one sitting outside the coach, steering the horses. He was tall and well-built, with an ebony strip of satin covering his eyes.

He was the type of person who rarely talked and thus only replied to the girl with an "mn"

Xue Lixin gave out a gasp that was more dramatic than that of a wronged concubine, raising his pale slender hand to his narrow chest, causing the sleeves of his robe to travel up his arm.

Seeing that his two person audience didnt like his performance, Xue Lixin cleared his throat, "first of all, LANGUAGE YATING, and second, we chose this carriage in order to not attract too much attention to ourselves and save money, and third…WUHAN.. YOU-YOU TRAITOR"

returning to his antics he opened his flask and sprayed a few droplets on his eyes, making himself appear as if he was crying and even tossed in a few fake sniffles for added dramatics

This made Wuhan roll his eyes. Though, no words were said, Wuhan and Yating shared one thought "just who made him sect leader and.. Why??"

Yating, "WUHAN DA-GE EITHER PULL OVER OR DRIVE FASTER BECAUSE I THINK IM GOING TO THROW UP BECAUSE OF HIM"

Wuhan," almost there. Hold it in"

As they reached closer, the sky brightened and was no longer pitch black like before. The giant doors guarding the city slowly creaked open after confirming their identity

Yating was just glad that they had finally arrived at their destination and she could finally remove her butt from the stiff wooden seat of the stupid carriage.

"I swear the carriage made noises that made me pray for it to not fall apart mid journey." She murmured.