Villainess Wants To Turn Over A New Leaf

10 minutes later, Lin Feilu was riding on the tall and handsome black horse.

Song Jinglan sat behind as he held the reins. Wrapping his arms around her waist, they rode on the wedding procession escort team’s left side.

Not everyone in the thousand-member mission knew that His Majesty was present. At first glance, seeing Princess Yong An leaving the carriage and riding on the same horse with a man with such an intimate posture made their eyes widen in shock.

But after seeing who the man was, their expressions quickly morphed into fear, and they quickly averted their gazes.

Chen Yao beckoned four guards to follow behind them from a moderate distance for the sake of their protection. The convoy marched on to a destination with no end in sight. However, as they weren’t in a rush, the entire team leisurely made their way forward throughout the wastelands.

The wilderness was boundless, and the white clouds were thick. Lin Feilu had been bored under the carriage’s shelter for far too long, so she felt a lot more comfortable now that she was on a horse and experiencing the breeze of the soothing wind. Leaning in his arms, she complained softly, “It wasn’t comfortable to ride in the carriage! “

In fact, the carriage was much more comfortable than the one she was used to. This carriage was big and spacious. Plus, it was covered with soft carpets all over. Anybody could have just come in and had enough room to roll around as if it was a small, mobile caravan.

Nevertheless, she just wanted to act coquettishly and have a temper in front of him.

Song Jinglan gently pressed his chin against the top of her head as he said softly, “Then from now on,we will ride the horses everyday.”

Lin Feilu thought for a while before adding, “When we get to a place with a city, can we rest for a day before setting off? I heard that every city in the Song Empire has delicacies that are exclusive to that area, so I want to give the food a try.”

Song Jinglan smiled and said, “Okay.”

When she heard from Chen Yao that it would take 20 days for the royal procession to reach the Song Empire’s palace, her happiness practically dissipated into thin air. However, she now felt that 20 days were short. Having his company as they went eating, drinking and playing felt like a road trip, which was rather nice.

Oh, was this the honeymoon period before our marriage?

She thought happily about her upcoming honeymoon trip and asked him a bit nervously, “Are you not in a hurry to go back to the palace?”

Song Jinglan said, “Don’t worry, Princess. You can play around for as long as you like.”

Lin Feilu turned around halfway as she tilted his head to look at him. She had a weirded-out expression as her eyes clearly conveyed what she wanted to say, and you insist that you aren’t a foolish Emperor?

Song Jinglan nodded kindly since it wasn’t hard to understand the meaning, “Mm, that I am.”

Lin Feilu was done with his antics, “If you’re a fool, what does that make me? You’re no fool!”

Song Jinglan, “Mm, I’m no fool.”

Lin Feilu tugged onto the cuffs of his wide drooping sleeves, “Little Song, can you at least try to have a bottom line?”

Song Jinglan laughed before lowering his head. He kissed her tiny, swaying head and said softly, “The Princess is my bottom line.”

Oops, Xiaolu crashed— mayday, mayday! Houston, we got a problem!