When Yang Qing and the others stepped out of the carriage again, they found themselves in an unfamiliar little town.
Ever since boarding the carriage, none of them had so much as glanced out the window.
Later, they had simply fallen asleep, so Yang Qing had no idea whether they had been traveling east or west.
None of that mattered, though. All Yang Qing knew was that they would spend the night in this nameless little town, then set off again at daybreak.
As for where they were going, their escorts had said nothing.
That was fine. They would tell them when the time came.
The little town seemed to receive few visitors in ordinary times. After their group checked into its only inn, Yang Qing noticed quite a few people openly or covertly trying to find out about them.
However, these people were of no particular concern to Yang Qing and the others.
After all, their escorts had arranged the entire journey. They had asked no questions and, of course, had not interfered.
So, for better or worse, none of this had anything to do with them.
Yang Qing had another reason for taking this approach: he had noticed that the people snooping around them did not look like residents of this town at all.
In other words, they had most likely been sent by someone else.
Their escorts had arranged their entire itinerary, and Yang Qing and the others knew nothing about it.
There was therefore no way these people had been drawn here by them.
Besides, throughout this period, Yang Qing and the others had never gone out to make trouble for anyone. They had been keeping Jiang Zhizhou company while he recovered and preparing for Ouyang Lin's funeral.
Most importantly, Yang Qing had already decided that