∑(っ°Д°;)っThe One Time We Really Got Held Up by Highwaymen (Part One)
Early in the morning, on the main road outside Xi'an Prefecture, a carriage drawn by two sturdy, chestnut-colored steeds rolled along at an unhurried pace. A young man with a long sword at his waist rode an old horse ahead of it, while a young white mare was tethered behind.
This strange arrangement—fine horses pulling a fine carriage, a nag for the rider, and one person handling four horses—naturally drew plenty of curious looks from merchants and farmers coming and going. Many of them pointed and speculated from a distance.
Fortunately, people on the road didn't meddle in other people's business. They only took a distant look or murmured a few words among themselves.
After all, the merchants had noticed the young man's exaggeratedly long sword. He looked like trouble—perhaps one of those lawless martial artists?
So it wasn't just the merchants and farmers. Even the occasional passing constable or soldier only took a few extra looks from afar.
"..."
Lu Dayou, driving the carriage outside, noticed all this but didn't care.
He had to focus on guiding the two spirited steeds pulling the carriage and make good time on the way to Fuzhou. As long as those people didn't bother him, he couldn't be bothered with them.
Meanwhile, sunlight filtered through the carriage's lightweight, luxurious gauze curtains.
The carriage's inner walls were all lined with soft silk quilts. Cushions, a daybed, a small table, and all sorts of other furnishings completed the interior, which looked extremely elegant.
It was probably more refined than the boudoir of a young lady from an ordinary wealthy family.
Even Yue Lingshan, daughter of the Huashan Sect's leader, couldn't compare!
"Ughhh—"
So at that moment, Yue Lingshan was sprawled on the quilts