The Exile Team set out against the howling cold wind.
The group now totaled no more than two hundred fifty people altogether.
Xiang Ying thought to herself, what an auspicious number.
They also had to drag nearly fifty captives of Prince Xuan, preparing to escort them to the next stopping point—Yizhou Mei City.
Once there, they would already be within Nanyue's borders.
As they advanced on Bogui Mountain, Tao Xue frequently looked back.
Xiang Ying chuckled lightly: "No need to look, we will be able to come back when the time comes."
But Tao Xue lacked confidence.
Entering Nanyue's borders meant they were not far from death.
Tao Xue said with a gloomy expression, "Elder Princess, if I die, should you have the chance to come back, please bury my clothes on West Mountain in the Capital."
"Because from there, you can overlook the Ziyang Palace where you live, so even if I die, I can still guard over you at all times."
