Nan Feng had a look of disdain on his face, only looking up at the sky and saying, "Such delicacy, when will we ever reach Quan County at this rate? One carriage stops, and everyone else has to stop behind it."
Jiang Gui Fei was so aggrieved she could hardly stand it, already feeling sick and now having to endure Nan Feng's scorn, she was about to rush over to argue with Nan Feng, but just then, Nan Feng cleverly escaped into the carriage.
Seeing this, Xiaoqing inside the carriage quickly gave Nan Feng a thumbs up.
The Emperor in front was reading in his carriage, which was the most stable and comfortable, fitted with rubber rims on the wheels to minimize jolting.
As he was reading, he heard Mao Zhen come to report, "Your Majesty, the convoy behind has stopped, should we wait for them?"
The Emperor frowned, "Why do they need to halt?"
"The Noble Consort is feeling car sick and is vomiting by the roadside."
"Stop the carriage," ordered the Emperor.
