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"So noisy, he should have been allowed to rest by now."
Lin Caisang glanced at Butler Xin, then peered into the carriage before finally drawing the curtain closed and shrinking back inside.
Butler Xin also roughly understood what Lin Caisang meant.
Indeed, among their group was Prince Mo, who could kill without batting an eye. If the young master continued to make such a racket, who's to say Prince Mo wouldn't get impatient, raise his hand to twist, and snap off his young master's head?
Thinking this, he no longer hesitated and went directly behind Suri, raising his hand and striking him unconscious with a chop.
"Continue for another hour, then stop for a rest."
From inside the carriage, Lin Caisang's voice could be heard, to which Zhe Jue, the coachman, responded.
...
An hour later, it was pitch black, unable to see one's own fingers. Since they were traveling, everyone had chosen not to stay in a town. The first night, they camped in the wilderness.
