Looking at Li Xian, his gaze was as soft as autumn water. That night, the two rested once more. The next day, at noon, as the blazing sun hung high, Li Xian barely awoke. Despite his avarice, he must choose wisely. While Wen Caishang was in a deep sleep, he applied several ropes upon her. Then he closed the carriage door, lit the heater, and burned the warm charcoal, leaving the carriage window slightly ajar.
He blew out the candle and neatly covered the bedding. In a corner of the carriage, he planted a strand of hair anew, with two more planted outside the carriage, ensuring no error in vision, with ears and eyes wide open, constantly aware of Wen Caishang's state.
Then, he returned the jade nut to Wen Caishang's mouth. With everything set, he pushed the carriage to a flat area. After ensuring Wen Caishang's safety, he turned to escape. Running several miles away, he suddenly felt reluctant and jumped onto a tall tree, faintly able to overlook the carriage.
