On the Luocheng Official Road, a long caravan headed north against the wind.
Gusts of wind rang the copper bell hanging from the neck of the old ox.
The escorts pressed the brims of their hats with one hand, bending over, striding against the wind and sand, each step proving particularly arduous.
Maids and servants huddled together on the drafty ox-cart, while the noble hid inside the carriage, clutching a warm copper stove.
Only Chen Ji, clad in a black large cloak, rode beside the caravan, lost in his thoughts.
Inside the carriage, Xiao Man secretly lifted the cotton curtain and whispered, "Do you think our young master resembles a knight from Jianghu?"
Receiving no reply for a long time, she turned to Su Zhou in the carriage, "Aren't you going to say anything?"
Su Zhou, sitting on a wooden box and leaning against the box's edge, turned his eyes weakly, "Your master's lips tremble at the sight of blood, and you think he wants to be a Jianghu knight?"
