When evening came, they fortunately came across a nomadic tribe and exchanged fur and gold and silver for some barley flour and a few pots of butter tea.
Tang Xiaobai was holding a steaming pot of butter tea and watching the Black Cavalry help set up camp when she suddenly saw Yingying's expression change.
Turning her head, she realized that Mo Huan had arrived.
"What has Second Miss Tang done to our Young Master?" Mo Huan asked with a puzzled look.
Mentioning the little ancestor made Tang Xiaobai burst into laughter, stopping only when she saw Mo Huan frowning.
"What's wrong with him?" Tang Xiaobai asked, trying to suppress her laughter.
"He went to fight with my brother," Mo Huan said, his face bitter.
Tang Xiaobai couldn't help but laugh twice more, and asked, "Why doesn't he fight with you?"
Mo Huan choked for a moment before asking again, "What exactly did you do to him? He hasn't shown a good face all day."
