The carriage was quiet and brightly lit. Though it was night, the carriage used electric lamps far beyond its era. In this world, Daoists were the foremost productive force; while supporting infrastructure was certainly lacking, some things could still be painstakingly crafted by hand.
Naturally, anything crafted that way was a true luxury.
In the entire realm today, one could probably only find such things within the palace.
Under the soft lights, Lu Xun and Gao Shou stared wide-eyed at each other without saying a word.
They were merely two weak, pitiful, helpless transmigrators. By all normal logic, no matter how one looked at it, the plot should not have developed in this direction.
They had been happily eating at the banquet and chatting, but then an imperial verbal decree came down and sent the plot veering into completely unknown territory.
Why would the Emperor summon the two of them in the middle of the night?!
At this hour, was he planning to drag them into an all-night heart-to-heart?!
But what could they possibly have to talk about with the Emperor?!
At that moment, both their brains spun madly...
"Old Lu, could it be..."
At last, Gao Shou broke the oppressive silence.
"Old Gao, this is too absurd!"
Lu Xun muttered.
"Yeah. Too absurd."
Gao Shou nodded numbly.
At that moment, they had both thought of the same thing.
"If I remember correctly, Old Zhao seemed to have said before that he wanted to make us kings. If we take it back now, is it still too late..."
After another quarter of an hour, Lu Xun suddenly spoke.
If it had merely been a joke, never mind being made kings—even jokes about ruling the realm together would roll right off their tongues, without the slightest courtesy or hesitation.
To hesitate