"I’ll do it," said Qin Ye, although he was not Hu Dao, he was someone with considerable skills in driving a carriage.
At the mention of the Emperor’s intention to personally take the reins, the man was a bit taken aback... Was that appropriate?
Hu Dao reacted quickly. He immediately said, "Get down quickly."
With those words, the guard naturally hurried down.
As Qin Ye was about to sit down, Rong Yan handed him a cushion, "Sit on this."
Under the moonlight, Qin Ye’s lips wildly curled upward, and his heart fluttered even more.
For he knew, what he received was not just a cushion... It was Rong Yan’s affection for him.
After getting comfortable on the cushion, he turned his head, "Yanyan, make sure you are seated properly. We may go a bit faster so that we can arrive earlier."
If they increased their speed, they might get there just as the city gates opened.
That way, Yanyan could rest a little earlier.
Rong Yan glanced at him, then nodded her head, "Alright!"
It didn’t matter to her; after all, she was lying inside the carriage.
Even if she wanted to sleep, she could do so directly; there wasn’t much impact, just perhaps a bit more jostling.
However, the carriage had been modified with shock absorption.
So even if they sped up, it wouldn’t be too bumpy.
With the Emperor himself driving the carriage, the entire procession picked up pace.
The Emperor wasn’t resting, so how could the guard team dare to rest?
Thus, their team arrived precisely as the city gates cracked open.


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