Lying there, Li had actually dozed off by accident. By the time he woke again, the sky had already darkened.
It looked as though they would reach the imperial capital in less than a day.
He glanced around the carriage. Its interior was spacious enough that two women and one man did not feel particularly cramped inside.
It was just—Li smiled helplessly. Why was it that whenever he kept women by his side, people mistook them for having that sort of relationship?
Though the protection afforded by such a relationship did make things much easier at times, if this continued, people would probably add "fond of beauty" to their impression of the benevolent and kind-hearted Young Master Fusu.
"What are you thinking about?" Shi Lan poured him a cup of water and handed it over, asking softly.
Li took it and drained it in one gulp. "When we return to the imperial capital this time, I'm afraid there'll be another bloody storm. Oh, Da Siming said that Zhao Gao's Six Sword Slaves had returned from their mission."
"Yes." Shi Lan's expression changed as well. "The Six Sword Slaves are notorious for their brutality, and Zhao Gao has always kept his emotions hidden. We have no idea whether they are friend or foe."
Li gave a mocking smile. "Zhao Gao has always been close to my sixteenth brother, so it's quite easy to tell friend from foe. I heard that the Six Sword Slaves act as one, yet each operates independently. They have flamboyant personalities, but are absolutely obedient to their master. Still, you infiltrated the imperial capital for so long. Do you have any special information about Zhao Gao and the Six Sword Slaves?"
"Special information?" Shi Lan pondered for a moment before saying, "People say the Six Sword Slaves