Qiao Mu recoiled from the pungent aroma that lingered after Qi Xuanxuan's quilting session. With a swift motion, she tugged down the curtain and called out, "Let's move, quickly." Her hurried retreat suggested a sense of urgency.
The Ma Ta pagoda burst into laughter, playfully taunting Qi Xuanxuan, "You've whisked her away with your unique fragrance."
Upon hearing this, Qi Xuanxuan and Qi Xuanxuan exchanged irritated huffs. "You claim not to be malodorous? Take a whiff of yourself—your stench surpasses mine a hundredfold, you reek!"
Amidst the commotion, Eunuch Zhao arranged for attendants to guide them to their respective quarters for bathing and rest.
Meanwhile, Qiao Mu sat alone in the carriage. As thoughts of Xuanxuan and the others flooded her mind, an involuntary smile crept onto her lips.
In a previous instance, their advancement within the Mu Clan's rear mountain had garnered quite a stir.
