The Prime Minister's Darling novel Chapter 1946

Chapter 1946: Chapter 970: Landing on the Island

In late August, the ice plains had just passed the warmest season of the year. In some places, the ice layer was not very thick, so the direwolves had to be very careful.

The leader of the young wolf pack seemed young, yet it possessed a talent different from ordinary wolves, with a keen sense of danger.

Whenever the ice layer beneath its feet began to thin, it could sense it and react in time, either by changing course or slowing down.

Liao Chen and Xiao Hen took turns standing at the back, driving the sled, giving commands to the direwolves, and controlling the steering to maintain the sled’s stability.

Gu Jiao and Qingfeng, the Taoist priest, also tried driving the sled.

Gu Jiao was too fast, the sled almost took off, prompting the four of them to unanimously vote her out.

Qingfeng, the Taoist priest, had no sense of direction. The others dozed off on the sled and woke up to find Qingfeng, the Taoist priest, had brought the direwolves and everyone back to the Yan Country border.

Geng Wuxiu got sled-sick, vomiting profusely even when seated, let alone standing up to drive the sled.

By the end of August, the first snowfall of the year hit the ice plains, and they couldn’t find a place to shelter from the snow, forcing them to struggle forward in the snowstorm.

At this time, the snowstorm was not considered heavy for the entire ice-sealing period, yet everyone felt the effort of moving forward.

Xiao Hen and Gu Jiao both thought of Xuanping Marquis.

It was only a light snow in August, and they were struggling even with the help of the direwolves. They couldn’t imagine under what extreme weather conditions Xuanping was able to bring out purple grass and fruits from the ice plains.

As evening approached, the snowstorm finally stopped, leaving them almost frozen into ice sculptures on the sled. The direwolves were exhausted, lying down, unable to move forward any further.

"Are you okay?" Xiao Hen asked Gu Jiao, who was in his arms.

"Yes, I’m okay." When Gu Jiao spoke, she realized her mouth couldn’t open, and she could only speak with numb and unclear sounds.

Geng Wuxiu was also protected by his brother, feeling cold but thankfully not frozen to death.

The one driving the sled was Liao Chen.

He stood at the back of the sled, wrapped in thick furs, with a cap covering his ears. Snow was caked on his long lashes, and snowflakes on his cheeks remained unfrozen, almost forming an icy mask.

"Hey." His lips were already frozen, unable to move, relying on his mouth to produce a blurred sound, "Take (your) hand."

He was wearing gloves, but the gloves had completely frozen to the reins, and his fingers were also thoroughly stiff.

Qingfeng, the Taoist priest, although he wanted to kill him, knew it was not the time to take advantage of someone in danger.

He, too, moved his slightly stiff body, walked over, and used a dagger to pry the ice from his gloves, channeling a bit of internal energy to warm his fingertips.

This was the method he had used earlier to help Geng Wuxiu withstand the cold.

On the other side, Gu Jiao and Xiao Hen took firewood from the sled and lit a bonfire in the snowfield.

"There’s fire, there’s fire!" Geng Wuxiu hurriedly came over, squatted down, and stretched out his hands to warm by the fire.

Xiao Hen went to get some dried food, and Gu Jiao skewered it with sticks for roasting over the fire, while Xiao Hen fetched icefish caught along the way to feed the direwolves.

Gu Jiao, sitting in front of the fire, turned, resting her chin on one hand, watching him: "At home, you never feed the chickens, dogs, birds, or horses, but you’re so diligent in feeding wolves."

"Achoo!" Geng Wuxiu sneezed loudly.

Gu Jiao reached out, touched his forehead.

"I’m fine, just an itchy nose. Is it here..." He sniffed around, then moved closer to Gu Jiao.

"What are you doing?" Gu Jiao looked at him quizzically.

Geng Wuxiu asked, "Are you hiding food?"

"I’m not," Gu Jiao said seriously.

"Pepper." He turned his head, sneezing loudly again, "When I smell pepper, I sneeze... Achoo! Achoo!"

Gu Jiao looked down and saw that the dried meat in her pouch was indeed sticking out.

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