C93 Foreign Dignity Madam Spirit Snake(1)

It was dawn. The thick snow had been crushed by a carriage, and a faint mist could be seen rising from within the carriage to meet the rising sun. The four horses had been galloping for the whole night and were exhausted. The hand holding the whip struck the horse's butt again and again.

The horse could only move forward.

Lin Wenqing fiddled with the utensils in front of him