"Well then, that's great. With the Castle Lord of Jueqing leading us, we can definitely find the hall without any mistakes," Zhao Fenghua chimed in cheerfully at the side.
"Hahaha, what are we waiting for? Please, after you." Jueqing strode forward, leading the remaining group away.
Feng Xi wiped the sweat from his face, noticing that the carriages behind were still tangled up. He called over a servant to find a place to park them in order, as it wouldn't do to have the road blocked when they hadn't even started the procession yet.
Mrs. Cao Kun was seething with anger inside the carriage, swaying back and forth. After inquiring, she found that someone had pushed her carriage aside. She scolded the coachman for a while, sat back down, and then glared at her maid and poked her forehead, "Can't you do one thing right? What use are you if you just eat for free? Now roll out quickly! Do you expect me to sit in this carriage forever? Do you want to roast me alive or what?"
