Sitting in the pumpkin cart, Zheng Qing was still brooding over the sneak attack by the unicorn just now.

Because of the sudden lick, he had to touch up his makeup on the carriage. Fortunately, the pumpkin carriage this time was not the inferior product he had seen last year. , just like the small parlor in the mansion.

More importantly, sitting on this pumpkin cart, Zheng Qing could hardly feel the slightest bump

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