After Shen Tang finished bandaging the wound and taking the little snake away from the slave market, she didn't bother to loiter around and directly signaled the escorts to return to the palace.
Sitting in the carriage, she cradled the little snake in her arms, smiling gently, "Get some sleep first. I'll wake you when we're home."
"..." Xue Yinzhou had never heard the unfamiliar word "home" before; even the old man who had cared for him since childhood never dared to claim to be family.
He nodded lightly, quietly curling up in the clothing, coiling his tail, resting his head on the tail, and closed his eyes.
The journey was not bumpy, very smooth.
Xue Yinzhou, breathing in the scent of Shen Tang, quickly fell asleep in her arms.
In his memory, it had been a long time since he had slept soundly.
He had always been on edge, wary of those chasing him.
Sometimes the old man would take him and flee in the middle of the night.
Rushing day and night, escaping for their lives.
