Jiang Wei blushed with embarrassment. "It's getting cold, I'll go back now."

Xiao Zhan didn't stop him. He nodded and said, "Okay, I'll take you."

Jiang Wei didn't say anything, and walked ahead on her own until she got into the carriage.

Jiang Wei wasn't sure if Xiao Zhan was really seeing her off, so she secretly lifted a corner of the curtain and looked outside.

Xiao Zhan followed her on horseback as expected.

Under the gloomy sky, Xiao Zhan rode his crimson steed, which had accompanied him to the battlefield, dressed in a moon-white robe.

Walking in this cold wind, one feels as if they have come from another world, detached from the mundane world.

Jiang Wei paused for a moment and then called the carriage to a stop. "General Xiao, let's go back! This is very close to my home."

Xiao Zhan didn't feel cold at all. Firstly, he wasn't afraid of the cold, and secondly, the cloak Jiang Wei had chosen for him was made of the finest material—soft yet airtight white fox fur.

He was wrapped up inside, and it felt as warm as if he were in someone's arms.

“Since it’s not much of a difference, I’ll just follow you from a distance!” Xiao Zhan handed the food box to Lian Sang.

Lian Sang respectfully accepted the food box.

"It will be cold!" Jiang Wei said again when she saw that Xiao Zhan did not understand her meaning.

Xiao Zhan felt that he was happier than the gods in heaven at this moment, and his smile was as free as if it were free.

"No, I'll take you."

Qingfeng: "..." It's really worthless.

Qingfeng turned to look around, making sure no one else saw him, otherwise his master's reputation would be ruined by him.