Not long after, her face was drenched in sweat. With her broad sleeve, she wiped her forehead, and the three thousand strands of her dark hair cascaded down to her cheeks. Zhang Yупing gently combed her flowing, waterfall-like hair with her jade hands—such grace, and without realizing it, Gao Liang found himself quietly pleased. Hmph! Being a servant must be exhausting. Holding her horsewhip, her hands were nearly blistered, while Gao Liang remained absorbed in the scenery, gazing at the flowers, grasses, mountains, and streams, completely forgetting about the lady herself. Well then! Zhang Yупing raised her horsewhip forcefully, striking it squarely against the horse's belly. Startled, the horse neighed and galloped forward. Soon, she left Zhao Erhu and her companions far behind. Her companions shouted in unison, "The road ahead is narrow! Be careful!" Indeed, the horse seemed wild, charging ahead with great urgency. At this moment, they entered a narrow path, one side a steep cliff, the other a deep, secluded valley. The carriage nearly ran along the sheer cliff face. Wow! Zhang Yurong gazed into the deep, unfathomable valley and immediately covered her face, her complexion pale. Yet Gao Liang said to her, "Ping'er! Hurry! Grasp the reins! Remember, move gently!" With trembling hands, Zhang Yurong gently grasped the reins—yet it proved to be far worse than Gao Liang had anticipated. For three carriages had surged forward from behind, moving with exceptional speed. Their driving skill was remarkably refined—indeed, it seemed only cavalry on the battlefield could achieve such mastery. Precisely at the curve, the carriage behind failed to see the one ahead and thus charged straight into it. "Crash!" the two carriages collided. Gao Liang was startled: trouble! For he had just witnessed Yurong's body being thrown from her seat and plummeting directly into the abyss below. With a loud roar, though his body was thrown off balance, High Bright firmly grasped a climbing vine with his left hand, keeping himself from falling into the abyss, while his right hand freed itself to sweep Suyu Ping into a secure embrace. Then, with a slight push, he launched her into the horse carriage. "Crack!" Suyu Ping entered precisely through the carriage curtains, her hands gripping the handles inside—what a close call! She could have easily fallen to her death otherwise. Yet, what surprised her most was that the carriage she was riding in was speeding forward at an astonishing pace. "Ah Biu! Hurry! We'll reach the Xianyang Palace in just one week!" A general came from behind—Meng Tian—calling out to the driver of the carriage ahead. The Qin soldier named Ah Biu immediately responded. Immediately, several carts rolled by, their wheels clattering, dust swirling, rushing toward Xianyang in the distance. Gao Liang was about to climb up the mountain slope along the climbing vines when he noticed a graceful figure falling swiftly—so fast that he had no time to reach out and catch her. Gao Liang, now a god, roared and instantly employed the skill of "Thousand-Pound Weight" from the Shaolin Temple, plummeting downward at high speed. Soon, he closed the distance with the graceful woman, yet she suddenly pushed his outstretched hand aside. Hey! She wouldn't let me save her? Gao Liang found this most unusual. With no time to ponder further, he plunged like a massive boulder from the sky, swiftly approaching the abyss—only for the graceful woman to then fall directly onto his head. Gao Liang raised both arms, perfectly centered, and supported her. "Ah!" the graceful woman gasped, startled by the strong, solid grip of Gao Liang's hands. When she finally saw that a handsome young man was supporting her, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. She bit down hard on her high-bridged white teeth, then cried out in a delicate, passionate voice: "Let me go! Let me go! I want to die!" Yet the young man did not release her at all. The graceful lady immediately bit at his hand, but he remained firm. When she grew tired from biting, seeing that she could not die, she wept. The young man then gently placed the lady on the shore and said to her, "Why do you wish to die? Simply tell me your reason, and I will help you." This graceful lady was Princess Yushu of Gao Li, and why had she sought to die? It was because, after days of difficult travel, she had learned from the Qin soldiers accompanying her that Emperor Qin Shi Huang had constructed an immense palace—the Afang Palace—housing over ten thousand noble consorts and princesses from the six states. Each of these ten thousand women was naturally beautiful, yet once they arrived at the palace, they were treated as though they had been cast into a cold, isolated court. Moreover, even if I were summoned to the Xianyang Palace, there are numerous consorts vying for the king’s favor, and once I entered, I would be like a golden oriole confined in a cage, rarely able to soar freely in the open. My father has already been taken to Xianyang prematurely, and now I am being presented as a prize to reward this harsh monarch—how could I possibly be content with that? I need to find my own love; I do not wish to merely serve as a consort to Emperor Qin Shi Huang. Just as the two chariots collided, I seized the opportunity to step down from the carriage and then, without hesitation, leapt into the abyss. At that very moment, Gao Liang, while rescuing Zhang Yuping, climbed up the climbing vines and unexpectedly witnessed Princess Yushu falling toward the depths. Of course, Princess Yushu did not wish to reveal her true identity to others, for if it were known at the imperial court, her safety would surely be compromised. She immediately wiped away the tears at the corner of her eyes, composed herself, and said to Gao Liang, “Er—” "What does it have to do with me dying?" High Liang had never seen someone who saved her take her kind intentions and treat them like fish liver and lungs—so she immediately shot back, "Hey! I'm telling you, White Swallow! If you're going to die, just go die!" Princess Yu Shu was delighted to hear an unfamiliar handsome man call himself the White Swallow. But when High Liang said the second part of his remark, her brow furrowed, and she glanced at him sharply, stepping close and saying firmly, "Toad! Tell you what—I'm not dying!" From the very first moment they met, there was an air of confrontation between them. High Liang, being called a toad by the White Swallow, remained unconcerned. On the contrary, he was quite pleased with the casual title Princess Yu Shu had given him: "Haha! I'm a toad all my life—what a relief!" Yet, at this very moment, High Liang simply didn't have the energy to keep arguing with this White Swallow. Ever since, he'd been carrying someone in his mind—Zhang Yu Ping. He didn't know what had happened to her. No way—he had to Yet, the surrounding peaks were straight and steep. Though he had already become a deity, the continuous rescue of two individuals earlier had drained a significant portion of his energy, leaving him unable to climb upward from the depths at this moment. High-light estimated the distance from the bottom to the top—no less than one kilometer. Such a length, he thought, would surely exhaust him.