Surely enough, the official road had already started to be a bit congested before they could pass through Huabei Gate. One carriage trailed after another, unable to see its end.
The carriage driver, Hei'zi, was a lad in his early twenties. He was Qiao Zhongbang's assistant, and he was very deft in speaking and handling affairs.
Hei'zi had excellent driving skills, and the carriage advanced steadily. Along the way, the family was happily chatting away, occasionally carrying the little monk over and teasing him.
The little monk put his palms together devoutly and murmured to himself continuously.
"Kongkong, how many years have you been a monk for?" Qiao Lin was deliberately teasing the little monk into speaking by scratching his small head.
