Song Qingshu could not help finding it strange. Based on his earlier guess, the Brocade-Robed Young Master clearly came from a wealthy and influential family. Yet after they abandoned the boat and came ashore, although a fairly decent carriage had been prepared, there were unexpectedly no servants or maids waiting to receive him. In this world, powerful clans placed great importance on such formalities.
Could I have guessed wrong? Song Qingshu glanced outside through the gauze window. The streets were bustling and the population dense, unlike anywhere else. But having traveled here from the modern age, what great metropolis had he not seen? Though Lin'an City was prosperous, it did not impress him much. His mind remained fixed on the Brocade-Robed Young Master's identity.
The carriage traveled for half a day before finally entering a secluded separate courtyard within the city. Though the courtyard was fairly elegant, it carried an unavoidable air of age and decay. Song Qingshu grew even more puzzled. This residence doesn't look like much.
Before long, the carriage came to a stop. Zhang San's voice sounded from outside. "Young Master, please disembark."
After he got out, Zhang San and the others said nothing. They silently led him through the courtyard, twisting and turning in every direction. Song Qingshu was filled with doubts, but afraid of exposing a flaw, he did not dare ask questions.
After walking for a while, the group unknowingly arrived at a secluded side gate, where a plain carriage was waiting.
Only then did Zhang San clasp his hands and say, "Young Master, we are too conspicuous and cannot continue traveling with you. Please board the carriage. We will protect you from the shadows."
Song Qingshu nodded, suddenly understanding. *So it's a case of openly repairing the plank road while secretly crossing at