At night, they once again stayed at an inn, marking the tenth day that Li Ming had been following his two elders out of the house.
The Capital City loomed in the distance, the roads becoming ever broader and the public order visibly improving.
Liu Qingshi and Wang Hengliang remained vigilant, and as Li Ming lay in bed with blinking eyes, he not only marveled at the difficulty of life's exams but also couldn't help feeling puzzled, "Uncle Master, who do you think placed the incense under our horse that day?"
After detecting that their horse had been tampered with, the three of them managed to deal with the situation unscathed under Liu Qingshi's quick response, and the incident was dropped without any further mention.
Now, thinking back on it, Li Ming felt a certain itch of curiosity.
"It could have been anyone, but no matter what, the most important thing is that all three of us are safe and sound,"
a smile curled on Liu Qingshi's face as he replied softly.
