Inside the ox cart that had just passed, Prince Lu sat upright with his eyes closed, resting his mind. Suddenly, the cart stopped, and his body pitched forward. Another prince might have flown into a thunderous rage at once, but he could keep his composure and had a reasonably good temper. He asked, "Have we arrived?"
The driver said, "Your Highness, we haven't reached the entrance yet."
"What happened? Zhang Bing, come and report." Lifting the curtain, Prince Lu summoned a guard.
The guard approached the cart window and told Prince Lu, "Your Highness, someone just came out of the Luo Residence and left in an ox cart. Judging by its markings, it seemed to belong to the Duke of Dai. We nearly collided with it."
The Duke of Dai?
Prince Lu said nothing. A complicated expression surfaced on his face, and he waved a hand dejectedly. "Forget it. Turn around and go back."
"Your Highness?" Zhang Bing looked at him in puzzlement. "Weren't you going to see Luo Pei's family?"
"We're too late." Prince Lu let out a deep breath. "Go back."
With that, he lowered the curtain.
Neither the guards nor the driver understood why Prince Lu had changed his mind. They were already at the entrance to the Luo Residence and would have met its people in another moment. What did he mean by suddenly turning back?
But their master had spoken, and they could only obey.
As the ox cart turned around, Prince Lu stared blankly out the window and frowned. "Is this nephew of mine simply lucky, or is he far too perceptive?"
The "lucky" Su Ziji whom Prince Lu was sighing over was holding a small meeting at the Duke of Dai's Residence.
When Jian Qu returned by ox cart, he learned that his