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Zhang Lingshan hesitated for a moment, and Zhang Lingshe beside him hurriedly said, "Brother, hurry up and agree. I think they're all good people, not like those two soldiers from before."

As he spoke, Zhang Lingshe put on an act as if he could not take another step no matter what, a fawning smile appearing on his face toward the caravan and the others.

"All right."

Zhang Lingshan sighed and said, "Many thanks for your help, miss. We brothers are deeply grateful. My name is Li Xuanbing, and my younger brother is Li Xuanling. We thank you all here."

"Young Master, there's no need to be polite. Get in the carriage. Uncle Chen, let the young master share a carriage with you, all right?"

"That's fine."

Uncle Chen's voice rang out.

Then the driver on his carriage lifted the curtain and said, "Please come in, you two young masters."

"Many thanks."

Zhang Lingshan led Zhang Lingshe inside, and his brows immediately furrowed, but he did not say anything more.

Uncle Chen smiled apologetically and said, "I've been afflicted with Fire Poison and can't suppress it. If you two stay in the same carriage as me, you'll feel a bit hot and uncomfortable. If you're not comfortable, I can ask Miss to arrange another carriage for you."

Zhang Lingshan said, "You're too courteous. We're the ones imposing, so how could we mind? Besides, I've never feared flames. On the contrary, if you don't mind, sir, I can take a look at this Fire Poison for you."

"Then I truly would be grateful."

Anticipation appeared on Uncle Chen's face.

Zhang Lingshan said, "But I used up a great deal dealing with those two soldiers just now. I need to regulate my breathing for a while."

"Yes, yes, you should regulate your breathing.