The scenery around her rushed backward at a swift pace, allowing An Jing to see only a blur, which she thought was even more thrilling than the time she sped in a modern car.
Seeing Zhuri run so quickly without frightening An Jing, who was actually extremely excited and happy, Xiao Changyi’s cool lips curled up slightly as he observed her spirited profile.
That courage, truly fitting for his wife.
As they got closer to the village, people became more numerous, and to avoid Zhuri running too fast and bumping into someone, Xiao Changyi immediately tightened the reins to slow the horse down.
Then, Zhuri stopped running and simply walked step by step forward.
The sight of the magnificent horse with two striking figures atop made passersby unable to help but take a second glance.
An Jing paid no attention to everyone’s staring and laughed as she said to Xiao Changyi, "Husband, I want to learn how to ride a horse; when will you teach me? Once I’ve learned, perhaps we could even race."
Xiao Changyi didn’t specify when he would teach her but replied indifferently, "Isn’t it nice to ride the same horse with me ?"
An Jing was instantly amused and felt sweet to the core, "It’s nice, but I also want to learn. Riding a horse is a skill, after all. Once I learn, if you ever disappear, I could ride a horse to find you."
"I won’t disappear," Xiao Changyi whispered in her ear. "Even if I do, I’ll tell you where I’ve gone." After a pause, he added, "When we’re less busy, I’ll teach you."
Leaning back her head, An Jing smiled, rubbed her face against his, and responded with an "Mhm."
Right after she responded, An Jing saw white paper money flying all over Jiuping Village, causing her eyebrows to furrow involuntarily, "Husband, something seems to have happened in Jiuping Village."
Xiao Changyi too saw the white paper money fluttering in the sky, but he didn’t say anything.
As the horse carried them closer to Jiuping Village, they could hear more clearly the sounds of wailing that rose wave upon wave.
Upon reaching the entrance of Jiuping Village, they were greeted with even more pervasive cries of grief coming from within, resounding through the air.
It was clearly many people wailing.
Xiao Changyi and An Jing were puzzled. Originally, they did not plan to get off the horse and intended to ride straight through Jiuping Village, but given the situation, Xiao Changyi and An Jing still dismounted.
Once off the horse, Xiao Changyi and An Jing exchanged glances, then Xiao Changyi held one hand on the horse and the other on An Jing as they entered Jiuping Village together.
Jiuping Village was on their necessary route home, even if they didn’t wish to go inside, they had no choice.
Then, Xiao Changyi and An Jing saw that in front of every household in Jiuping Village, there were coffins, some with more than one outside their doors.
The villagers they could see all wore sackcloth and performed mourning rituals, overcome with grief.
The entire Jiuping Village was at that moment immersed in sorrow, a deeply tragic scene.
Xiao Changyi and An Jing did not ask the mourning villagers what had happened, but instead led their horse towards the direction of home. They had long parted ways with Jiuping Village, and whatever deaths occurred there had nothing to do with them.
However, they hadn’t left Jiuping Village when they encountered many folks from An Village at the outskirts of the village.
People from An Village had grave expressions, their gazes fixed on the scenes of sorrow and flying paper money in Jiuping Village; some were even wiping away tears, displaying a reluctance to witness such a sight.
Among them was An Fu.
Seeing them, An Fu limped over, breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "Brother Xiao, An Jing, it’s good you’re alright. Xiao Lan was worried that something happened to you as well—she didn’t sleep all night out of concern, and couldn’t even eat."