The black clouds pressed heavily against the horizon, and the wind had stopped.
"Master, it looks like it's going to snow. We must hurry, or the roads will become even harder to traverse once it starts..."
"Then what are we waiting for? Speed up!"
Zhao Yuanze was now eager to return home.
"Yes, sir." The coachman cracked his whip, and the carriage noticeably picked up speed.
A storm of snow arrived unexpectedly.
The rules set by the heavens could not be changed by anyone.
Ordinary warhorses could not travel in the snowstorm, but the Crown Prince's horses were different; they had been meticulously chosen.
Therefore, they continued to gallop at high speed along the official road.
The sound of the wind drowned out the galloping of the warhorses; as the sky darkened, the light dimmed, and visibility gradually decreased.
"Master, up ahead is Cloud-Riding Ridge. The terrain there is treacherous, and bandits often appear. Be extra cautious at this hour!"
