C535 A Story I Want to Tell to the Princess

Outside of Fan City.

Following the ringing of the bell, a simple and crude tungsten wood carriage shakily moved along the uneven road, looking at the road that was muddy from the rain just now, the coachman couldn't help but complain, "Master, why are we not leaving? Why do we have to walk alone from this remote place to this place, it's hard to not walk