Luo Xueyan wiped her tears and said, "Jiaojiao, you have to write letters back!"
The curtain of the carriage was lowered, and the guards of the long procession walked forward one after another, carrying the heavy dowry.
At the front, Xie Jingxing sat upright on his horse. From time to time, he would talk to Shen Miao through the curtain of the carriage.
It was a few months' journey from Ming Qi to the Daliang Dynasty. In her previous life, she had also gone out of the city gate of the capital and traveled to the State of Qin. However, the carriage she was in was not as comfortable as the one she was in now. At that time, she brought very few servants and palace maids.
For some reason, Shen Miao felt happy.
In the evening, it was time to find a place to rest outside. Just as she was thinking, the procession suddenly stopped.
