The sharp, bitter wind rustled through the trees as the carriage came to another abrupt halt. Meng Hao let out a long, exasperated sigh, his expression already sour.
"Another group of bandits? Tch… what is this? The tenth time?"
Meng Hao didn't even lift an eyebrow at the presence of new enemies.
Instead, with the same detached air of royalty watching a performance he had already grown tired of, he leaned further back into the luxuriously padded seat. One leg elegantly crossed over the other, and his elbow rested along the armrest, supporting his cheek lazily. His robes, deep black with silver embroidery, shimmered faintly under the sunlight slipping in from the narrow window slits.
