After the group arrived at the docks, a huge merchant ship was already moored by the shore. Water transport was extremely developed in this world. Despite the conflicts between the various states, countless ships still traveled north and south.
Using his connections, Wan Gui had found such a ship in a short time. Its owner was an old-established Zhejiang merchant firm. Knowing that distinguished guests were coming, they had specially reserved the rooms on the top deck.
Sailors had long since helped the servants carry the luggage aboard. Once their entire party had boarded, the ship raised its sails and set off.
"The Southern Song prime minister's residence certainly carries weight." Song Qingshu could not help smiling at the shipowner's ingratiating expression.
As the young mistress of the prime minister's residence, Qi Fang naturally did not need to deal with these merchants herself. She left all such social matters to Taohong and returned to her room alone to rest.
The other two servants were arranging the luggage, while Song Qingshu was rather bored. This was a major merchant ship, and its guards were already formidable. On top of that, they occupied the highest deck. No one would be foolish enough to come up and disturb them.
Song Qingshu went out onto the terrace of the top deck. Looking at Yangzhou gradually receding into the distance, he sighed inwardly. This trip to Yangzhou had gone smoothly all along, and success had been within reach. Who could have imagined such a huge upheaval at the very end?
Having escaped death this time, Song Qingshu had to count himself lucky. The past day and night had felt unbearably long. Several times, he had thought he was doomed, yet somehow he had endured to the end.
"When I first came to this world, every