After Gu Changsheng's carriage departed from the guesthouse, about an hour had passed when Borjigin Nian suddenly slapped his forehead, remembering something. He hastily whipped his horse and chased in the direction Gu Changsheng had left...
Northwest of Yanmen Pass, a sizable carriage pulled by eight sweat-blood precious horses attracted much attention. Even in the Northern Mongolian region, renowned for breeding fine steeds, these horses were one in a million. The coachman was even more eye-catching, round and jovial!
The carriage was exceptionally spacious, specifically customized by Gu Changsheng. Inside, Gu Changsheng and Zhou Mu were resting with their eyes closed, while in the rear compartment lay a coffin!
