Xiang Ying heard Jie Chen's voice growing louder behind her.
"Pull the reins! Xiang Ying, stop chasing!"
How could Xiang Ying stop when the horse was so close?
The supplies being pulled by the horse could feed ten people for three days.
Xiang Ying would never allow supplies to be wasted before her eyes.
She sped up her whipping, and when she was parallel to the chestnut horse, Xiang Ying fiercely leapt over.
She thought she had grabbed the reins, but the heavy rain made her palms slippery and in an instant, half of Xiang Ying's body was hanging over the horse's belly.
Only her legs were firmly stepping on the stirrups.
If she had any less strength, she would definitely have fallen and been dragged by the horse.
Seeing this from behind, Jie Chen yelled out, "Hold on tight! Don't let go!"
He hurriedly chased after her, but by then Xiang Ying had already swung herself back onto the horse's back by inertia.
