Ling Hua and Yan Qing genuinely rested comfortably in the small town for one night, and the next day they bought a carriage and horses and set off again.
The farther north they went, the heavier the snow became, almost to the point where it was difficult for carriages and horses to travel.
Ling Hua truly felt the hostility of the harsh weather, which caused her a fair amount of suffering.
She couldn't ride horses, as her body and face couldn't handle friction or jolting, and her delicate skin couldn't stand the cutting wind.
Quite like a knife.
The result of being unable to ride fast was that she had to hide inside the carriage, freezing cold. Even though the horses' hooves were nailed and wrapped in soft fabric, they still slipped in the snow, and sometimes the carriage wheels got stuck and couldn't be pulled out.
Her newly acquired driving skills were useless.
