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"Eleven... Your Highness?"
Yin Luo did not move, but she already understood that this must be a prince from the royal family. She remembered that after waking up from the battle in the dungeon, Su Yi had told her that it was Eleven who had treated her injuries.
The horse had been completely subdued. He Ren hurriedly dismounted and rushed to the carriage, asking, "Is the princess unhurt?"
Yin Luo glanced at him and replied calmly, "I'm fine, thanks to Eleven."
He Ren looked at Mu Li and immediately smiled, quickly going over to take the horse that Mu Li had tamed.
"Your Highness, I owe you one. Otherwise, if the princess had sustained even a scratch, I wouldn't know how to explain it to the prince."
"It's nothing." With a swift dismount, the young man in white glided through the air and then turned to look at Yin Luo.
Even having seen handsome men like Mu Fengyan before, Yin Luo was still taken aback because the young man's appearance truly lived up to the term "handsome."
Unlike Mu Fengyan, this young man appeared to be around twenty-one or twenty-two years old. He stood tall and was strikingly handsome, with deep features and well-defined facial contours that were sharp yet not harsh. Just as Su Yi had said, he had an excellent temperament and was very polite. He exuded a warm and gentle aura, like a spring breeze.
The smile on his lips resembled willows swaying in March, and his bright eyes sparkled when he looked at Yin Luo, reminiscent of a tranquil spring pool with rippling reflections—truly captivating.
He stood in front of the carriage and slightly bowed, saying, "Mu Li has arrived late. Is Sister Seven safe and sound?"
Yin Luo's gaze was calm as she nodded and said, "Thank you, Eleventh Master, for coming at the right time. I appreciate your help."
"Seventh Sister is being too polite. It is my honor to escort you," Mu Li replied with a faint smile. Seeing that Yin Luo had nothing more to say, he slightly bowed as a gesture of farewell. He took a brown, powerful horse from the Guard's hands, gently patted its back, and gracefully leaped onto it, his movements skilled and elegant.
"The journey to the Palace is still quite long; let me escort you in," he said.
He spoke to Yin Luo from outside the carriage, separated by the curtain. Yin Luo did not peek out but responded from inside, "Then I will trouble you, Eleventh Master."
Although Mu Li was taking the initiative to help her, she should have been very grateful, especially since he had treated her injuries last time. However, Yin Luo did not show any signs of being overly courteous. Mu Li noticed this but did not find anything inappropriate. He squeezed the horse's belly, and it started running down the road.
The road to the Palace was indeed quite far; the carriage took over half an hour to reach the palace gates.
This was Yin Luo's first time at the Palace and her first glimpse of the ancient world outside, which felt quite fresh to her. However, she did not express much excitement.
When they arrived at their destination, Mu Li stood in front of the carriage to assist her down. Yin Luo glanced at him without hesitation and directly took his hand to jump down. She understood that someone like Mu Li, who was polite by nature and treated others well, did so out of habit rather than any deeper feelings. Therefore, she felt at ease and did not need to be evasive or overthink things, especially since he had a good relationship with Mu Changqing.
After bidding him farewell, Yin Luo followed the Palace Maid who had come to greet her into the palace, parting ways with Mu Li.
Watching her departing figure, Mu Li's eyes sparkled with a hint of brilliance, and his smile widened slightly. He turned around, his white robe tracing an arc in the air as he walked into the palace in another direction.
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