Three streets away.
Beside the tree-lined path, next to a fragrant osmanthus carriage, a slightly hunched coachman grabbed the sauce-flavored meat pie in his hand. His mouth was oily and his clothes were stained and dirty.
"Oh!"
He suddenly choked, and his eyes bulged. He hurriedly took out a bottle of water from his pocket and drank two mouthfuls.
After he recovered, he patted his chest and heaved a sigh of relief.
"Oh, that scared me to death!"
"Fortunately, I still have a bottle of water..."
He threw away the remaining sauce-flavored meat pie without giving it a second thought.
He mounted his horse and took out a black pouch embroidered with cloud patterns from his inner pocket. After he weighed it in his hand, the coachman's plain face turned bitter.
"There's no money to be earned from this order!"
"Oh? A new friend?"
"Or is it a big fish..."
