Song Qingshu froze, unsure what arrangements Jia Sidao had made. A faint worry rose in his heart. He had also arranged for Zhou Zhiruo and Lan Fenghuang to intercept them. If their plans conflicted with Jia Sidao's arrangements when the time came, it would be troublesome.
"Are you ready? We're leaving." Zhao Min called impatiently from nearby. She had always admired heroes and great men and held no fondness for a foppish young master like Jia Baoyu, who reeked of powder and perfume. Besides, she was in a hurry to return and see her father. Seeing him dawdling there, she naturally had no patience for him.
Jia Sidao frowned slightly and suppressed his displeasure as he said, "Go on, then. Be careful on the road." Madam Wang had originally intended to assign Jia Baoyu a maid and a servant to attend him along the way, but the Mongol side had directly refused. Jia Sidao also had his own plans, and two extra people would only be troublesome, so he did not insist.
Song Qingshu nodded and walked up to a tall Mongol horse, feeling somewhat troubled. He had no idea whether Jia Baoyu knew how to ride or how skilled he was. With Jia Sidao watching from behind, if he gave himself away, all his efforts would have been wasted.
"What are you standing around for? Get on the horse!" Zhao Min urged impatiently again. Song Qingshu gritted his teeth in irritation. This little girl—did she know she might very well ruin her husband's grand plans?
Perhaps Zhao Min's urging had sharpened his wits. He immediately realized that if Jia Baoyu could not ride, Jia Sidao would have already come out to plead for him. Since he had not said anything even now, Jia Baoyu clearly could ride. Still, Jia