Qin Yao hoisted the box onto her shoulder and smiled as she refused: "Thank you, General, for your kindness, but I am currently not interested in going to the Capital City."
This answer was expected, and Mu Ling wasn't disappointed. He smiled at Qin Yao, "Remember to come find me when you feel like going."
Qin Yao nodded, "Certainly."
The two arrived at the entrance of the official residence, and a female soldier brought the carriage over. Qin Yao placed the wooden box onto it, clapped her hands, and the task was done.
Wang Jin carried his pitifully small luggage into the carriage, poked his head out of the window, and solemnly cupped his hands towards Qin Yao: "Fate willing, we will meet again!"
Qin Yao nodded, sincerely wishing the two well, "Safe travels."
Mu Ling curled his lips into a smile, waved, and the group gradually went away.
Qin Yao stood at the residence entrance, watching them leave for a while, then returned to her room to continue her sleep.
