C5

Startled, the coachman quickly stopped the carriage.

It's so cold outside!

Du Mu Zhou felt that his brain that was blown by the cold wind was abnormally clear-headed, and his nausea and vomiting had dissipated quite a bit.

She waved at Jian Jia, "Give me my cloak."

He took the cloak and wrapped it around himself tightly. Then, he sat down next to the coachman and said, "Let's go!"

Linglong was immediately worried. "Miss, you can't do that. If others see it, your reputation will be ruined."

It was indeed a scandal to sit next to the coachman.

However, Du Mu Zhou was very clear that this road was still very far from the Jiang Capital. There were very few signs of life, and there weren't many people that he would meet. The road was bumpy, and if she continued to stay in the car, she would puke.

"I just feel sick, so I came out to get some air. There won't be anyone else here. If it gets out, you'll be the one blabbering. " Du Mu Zhou turned around and gave a cold smile towards Ling Long, and then turned to look at the driver, "Now that I'm beside you, if you drive properly, I'll feel better and go back into the car, and if you accidentally bump into me. When we return to the Residence of Prime Minister, I will definitely tell father that you have to inform your family to come and collect the corpses. "

Linglong was frightened by her devilish smile, so she hid in the deepest part of the carriage. Jian Jia originally wanted to persuade her, but in the end she let it go and sat back down obediently in the car.

The driver turned pale with fright from her gaze and hurriedly urged his horse forward. Du Mu Zhou was just an unfavoured young miss. But she was still the daughter of the prime minister.

Seeing that the carriage driver had become much more obedient, Du Mu Zhou felt the cool breeze whistle past him. He felt refreshed, as if he had truly been reborn.

The journey was smooth and the scenery seemed to be approaching Jiangdu. Just as Du Mu Zhou was about to return to the carriage, a black horse came by at high speed. It whizzed past her, causing a cold wind that hurt her face.

Jian Jia Ling Long and the coachman were scared half to death. If a stranger saw this, wouldn't today's incident be a disaster?

Du Mu Zhou returned to the car without a care. It was too fast just now, so she didn't see clearly.

Yet she could still vaguely make out the person in that afterimage.

The eldest son of the Duke of Xiao, the adopted son of the Grand Princess, was the only person in the Empire of Dongyuan that was bestowed the surname Mu by the Imperial Family.

Mu Yigao!

A youth with an elegant demeanor, although he had some true ability, it was impossible for him to use it on the right path.

When he thought about how he had broken off his engagement in his previous life, he had even gone to the Prime Minister's Estate to ask them why they had broken off their engagement. Was there someone else in his heart?

However, after Mu Yufeng had taken control of the Xiao family, there was no news of him.

The youth mounted on the dark horse turned around and glanced at the carriage. His phoenix eyes were filled with ridicule and deep emotion.

The corner of his mouth curled up in a bright smile, "My little Flower, this time in the capital, I was indeed sent out to do something."

In the end, before the sky darkened, Du Mu Zhou and the others had rushed back to the Prime Minister's Estate.

He looked at the closed door and the guards at the entrance with disdain.

Du Mu Zhou's face was flushed red. He didn't know if it was because of the wind or because he couldn't suppress the excitement in his heart.

The Du Family, I'm back.

If he saw other people coming back, he would have opened the door and be waiting for them.

When Du Mu Zhou returned, the guard stood there motionlessly, completely looking down on her. They had met many times in his previous life.