The horse-drawn carriage moved along, traversing narrow slopes of sandy soil rarely visited by humans, inevitably leaving behind deep and shallow ruts along the way.
The loose, sticky soil prevented the carriage from accelerating. Inside the carriage, Zheng Quchi gripped the handrail tightly. She glanced at the opposite side and saw several tall and burly Ye soldiers, jostling each other, their flesh pressed tightly together.
She looked around at herself... It was spacious, but no one dared to sit down next to her.
All the gravity was tilted towards them, and she could clearly feel that the carriage shaft on one side was under excessive force.
She opened her mouth: "Or else..."
Can you move a few people over here and sit over here with me?
"Thank you, Madam, but no need," they said with forced smiles, quickly declining the offer.
Zheng Quchi wanted to persuade him further: "Actually, on my end..."
It's spacious and not too hot to sit on, so it shouldn't be a problem.
They quickly picked up the conversation again, saying, "Madam, you don't need to bother with us. It's not crowded at all, really. We can sit here."
Zheng Quchi blinked, then smiled and said, "Actually, I don't want to interfere with your wishes, but I want to tell you a principle."
"What?" They were taken aback.
Why are you suddenly talking about reason?
Zheng Quchi began to explain the principle of so-called "balance" to him, gesturing and using his own everyday language.
"As you all know, when the weight on both ends of a weighing instrument is equal, the two objects are level and balanced. If there is too much or too little weight, it will cause an imbalance. Just like right now, we are in a space where relative motion remains constant. I am on one side of the weighing instrument, and you are on the other side. How do you think the carriage is balanced?"
Ye Army: "..."
The lady speaks so eloquently, what should we do? She looked at them expectantly, but they didn't understand a word she meant. If she spoke to her directly, they wouldn't understand what she was saying at all. Would the lady think that if they couldn't even understand this, they were not worthy to be the general's guards?
"Hahaha..."
Hearing the commotion inside the carriage, Yuwen Sheng shook the reins and laughed so hard he bent over backwards, leaving Zheng Quchi completely bewildered.
What is he laughing at?
She wasn't telling a joke.
She tapped on the partition between the carriage and the driver's seat: "What are you laughing at? Keep it down, you're disturbing us."
Yuwen Sheng stopped laughing, but the smile still lingered in his lazy, beautiful, thick-lashed eyes. He then replied politely, "Ah, sorry, please continue."
Without the laughter to disturb him, Zheng Quchi turned to the carriage and looked at the several imposing Ye soldiers: "Why are you all silent? Didn't you understand? Let me explain it to you again. The reason I asked you to sit here is actually..."
Ye Jun felt a buzzing or whirring sound in his ears, vibrating his eardrums and making his head spin.
No, we can't let Madam continue. These boorish men are not worthy of listening to Madam's "earnest teachings."
The Ye army, also known as the Xuanjia Army under Prince Run, had stiff smiles on their faces and hurriedly interrupted, "Madam, we understand. We'll sit here right away... uh, let the carriage balance, balance it, right?"
Two of the seven immediately prepared to come over, but clearly this number was not enough to satisfy Zheng Quchi.
She frowned slightly, intending to have a heart-to-heart talk with them: "Actually, you might not have a deep enough understanding of the forces of balance, which is why you've misunderstood. Let me continue to explain..."
"Madam, just tell us how many of us you need to take over, and we'll do as you say," the Xuanjia soldier said with a gloomy face, having no choice but to compromise.
Upon hearing this, a sly glint flashed in Zheng Quchi's pure eyes, and his honest little face feigned ignorance: "Of course, the same number of people on both sides is needed to maintain balance. There are seven on your side, and if three more people sit over there, it will be even."
So that's how the balance works. The seven people looked at each other, exchanged glances, and reached an agreement on the distribution. Three of them got up.
Compared to Zheng Quchi's smaller stature, the others appeared particularly robust, yet they shrank back and bowed respectfully before her like heavy bears, giving her a military salute before sitting down with a solemn air.
They had assumed the lady would be a chatterbox—no, a talkative person—who couldn't stand the silence and would start talking, but after she asked them to sit down and the cramped environment made them feel more comfortable, she stopped talking.
So the carriage remained silent, and they felt awkward and uncomfortable. They had already guessed that the lady's roundabout way of speaking was actually for their own good. They wanted to thank her for thinking of them, but they were clumsy and not good at expressing themselves.
Zheng Quchi, who was treated like a living bodhisattva, felt the carriage moving smoothly under the even weight of the horse and released the handrail, a subtle look of satisfaction on his face.
After leaving Tiger Roar Pass, the Panlong carriage headed straight for Xinquanyi. Zheng Quchi sat in the seat next to the driver, and she could see Yuwen Sheng's figure through the openwork back panel.
She didn't understand why he insisted on driving himself, but he always had his reasons for doing things. It was just that she often couldn't fathom his deep and unfathomable thoughts, and she only understood when the mystery was finally revealed.
Although she deliberately ignored his movements, once things quieted down, her eyes couldn't help but glance at him: "Your injuries... do you need them treated?"
He was also injured when he tried to kill Gongshu Jiruo at Tiger Roar Pass.
But whether he's injured or sick, he always wears the same fake mask on his face. As long as he doesn't show any signs of discomfort, over time, people will overlook the fact that he's actually suffering in secret.
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