Zhou Cheng turned his head away in disgust, dodging Fan Xian's spit.
He had never known a person's mouth could spew so many words in so little time.
Seeing that Fan Xian showed no sign of stopping, he felt a headache coming on and hurriedly raised a hand to interrupt:
"Stop, stop, stop! What is this, a hundred thousand whys? I know you're excited, but hold your horses. There are too many eyes and ears here. Let's talk in the carriage!"
Zhou Cheng tipped his head toward the carriage behind Fan Xian.
Only then did Fan Xian seem to wake from a dream. He glanced at the passersby on the road and nodded repeatedly.
"Right, right, right! Look at me-"
He smacked his forehead, then turned to see Teng Zijing, who had been driving for him, sitting on the carriage shaft and giving him a strange look as well.
This was the first time Teng Zijing had seen Fan Xian so excited.
As for what the black-robed man and Fan Xian were saying, he could not understand any of it!
What Great Sage? What Bima Wen? What carrot? What on earth were all those things?
Fan Xian hurried over to Teng Zijing and lowered his voice. "Old Teng, sorry about this. This... old acquaintance and I have important matters to discuss, and it wouldn't be appropriate for Prince Cheng to know. Go back and rest. I'll drive the carriage myself."
"All right!"
Teng Zijing said nothing more. He simply nodded, jumped down from the carriage, and turned to leave.
Zhou Cheng had only required him to report Fan Xian's movements while he was at Fan Xian's side, not to remain with him every moment of the day.
As Teng Zijing walked away, he considered how to write tonight's report.
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