In a crude inn on the northwest border, the inn manager was leaning over the counter and plucking the abacus out of boredom. All of a sudden, he heard a peel of hoofbeats and two neighs.

The inn manager's eyes sparkled. He directly stood up. It had been more than ten days. He finally got clients.

Outside the inn, a woman in black was standing by a luxurious carriage respectfully. She bent down and said, "Your Highness, there is an inn. Shall we stay here for ...