The next day,
the fugitive party that had originally been just two people became four.
Jiang Hu had a pack horse over there, loaded with some things, and the two women walked on either side of the pack horse, moving along with it.
Up front,
Jiang Hu opened the way, and Zheng Fan followed behind him to provide support.
They walked like this for pretty much the whole day, and only at dusk did everyone stop to prepare camp.
The princess's ability to adapt was very strong; by now she could already bear this level of strain. Gongsun Ling had looked soft and fragile last night, but deep down she was quite tenacious as well, and she gritted her teeth and made it through.
When they made camp, Jiang Hu went to the perimeter to set some traps and whistles for vigilance, while Gongsun Ling started a fire.
Lord Zheng took a piece of smoked meat and walked to a stream up ahead to wash it.
The princess also walked over and went a bit upstream to draw water.
