592 The Young Man From The King’s Camp 5yr

Translator: Nyoi_Bo_Studio, Vicky_Editor: Nyoi_Bo_Studio, Vicky_

Two days later, Fan Xian and his people prepared to leave Qingzhou. On this journey, they were going deep into the grasslands, so it was inconvenient to ride in a carriage. Other than the carriages for goods, all the other merchants rode horses. During these two days, Mu Feng'er had already made connections with these merchants and agreed on their journey.
Just as the merchants were filing out of the city in order, the Qingzhou soldiers who had gone out to shoot rabbits again just happened to return. The two groups brushed by each other.
The riders didn't look at the merchants properly. Although sometimes the superiors would send the riders to escort merchants part of the way, under most circumstances, the two sides rarely came into contact. The merchants might be safer without the Qing army's escort.
The tired looking Ye Ling'er sat on her horse. A few strands of her black hair escaped her helmet and mixed with her sweat, becoming a bit sticky. She used her finger to brush it away.