Zhou Shuren's back had become quite sore, and he rubbed it silently, thinking that once everything was over, he must start exercising again. His body was nearly falling apart, but fortunately, he didn't get motion sickness or feel like vomiting.
Another hour passed, and Zhou Shuren stopped sitting; instead, he lay down in the carriage. Being over forty wasn't considered old in modern times, but in ancient times, well, he couldn't help but touch his hair, which was already turning white. He felt sorrowful and wondered how much longer he would live.
In the carriage of the Fifth Prince, there were no attendants, and the driver was from the Government Office. Inside the carriage was just the Fifth Prince, Zhang Jinghong. Zhang Jinghong calculated the distance, the closer he got to the capital, the more anxious his heart became.
