Spirit Martial King Welcomes Guests into the Capital. Lu Zheng flicked his whip, cracking it through the air. The two white horses were spirited and vigorous; hearing the phantom crack of the whip, they quickened their pace again and soon caught up to the merchant caravan ahead.
Compared to the jianghu men from the escort agency, the stewards, master craftsmen, and others in the merchant caravan had sharper eyes for luxurious things. At a glance, they could tell that these two white horses were fine steeds from the north, while the carriage itself was made of golden-thread nanmu wood. The gold-painted trim exposed on the outer railings and the relief carvings on the wooden panels were all exquisite workmanship.
Yet what was more marvelous was not what the eye could see, but the carriage-making craft itself.
The wheels of their own large carts were wrapped in several layers of cowhide, yet they still jolted as they traveled. The cowhide around the other carriage's wheels seemed hollow, and they had no idea how it had been fashioned into such a shape. Moreover, whenever the four wheels passed over uneven ground, the carriage body somehow remained basically level. Who knew what technique lay within? It was truly marvelous.
"Boss, even the carriage we saw belonging to that marquis last time seemed inferior to this one."
"Don't stare at them. Can't you sneak a look from the corner of your eye?"
"I can, I can! It's just my first time seeing something like this—I'm amazed. Besides, the man above us is at least a marquis. What is there to fear?"
"The marquis may not be afraid, but how do you know he would stand up for you?"
"Don't look into the carriage. If you see something you shouldn't, no one will be able