Although Qin Ping was a servant within the Qin Residence, he would normally call a carriage whenever he went outside. He had never traveled so far on foot as he had today.
This tormented him by no small amount!
Qin Ping could feel his two heels faintly bruising, and his feet felt like they were pincushions being pricked. Not to mention that his throat had long become hoarse from talking too much.
However, when he saw his own new master was greatly interested by a small porcelain store and continued on to look in every direction, he could only grit his teeth and reluctantly follow.
After all, he couldn’t tell his master that he was tired. How could a servant such as he dare to complain!
“I’m a bit hungry. Do you know a place where we can eat lunch?”
