After their discussion came to a pause, she asked a question.
"After it's sealed, can we still grow vegetables in the Royal Capital?"
The discussion fell silent.
Su Li looked at her. "Yes. The land in the Royal Wilderness is more fertile. It's been permeated by aether for hundreds of years—whatever you plant there will grow."
Saina nodded. "Then let's get it done quickly. We'll be back just in time for autumn sowing."
She lowered her head and continued feeding the cat.
Outside the window, the scenery shifted from rolling hills to plains, with wheat fields stretching as far as the eye could see.
Cooking smoke rose in the distance. Merchant caravans occasionally traveled along the official road, but upon seeing this carriage, they took a wide detour.
No one came looking for trouble.
Su Li put away the formation diagram, leaned back against his seat, and closed his eyes for a while.
His fifth-rank perception allowed him to clearly "see" everything within a hundred paces. Several scouts trailing them from afar—their heartbeats, breathing, even the sound of grass stems being crushed beneath their horses' hooves—all lay within his senses.
Those scouts had maintained a distance of at least two hundred paces the entire time.
Good. They all knew how to behave.
The stone road outside Red Leaf Manor's gates had been swept clean three days ago.
Fresh gravel covered the road, and the shrubs on both sides had been trimmed neat and even.
A manor knight in a dark red uniform stood every ten paces, chests out, stomachs in, eyes fixed forward.
But the knights' expressions were less than pleasant.
Because they had just received word: four fifth-ranks were coming.
There had never been "visitors" of such caliber in history. They had no idea what etiquette they were