*Pa!!" The guard seating at the front of the carriage whipped the horse and whistled out loud. The four horses then began to move as the carriage moved slowly.
"Young noble Ling, wait!" A middle aged man grit his teeth and walked out. As Ling Tian glanced over, he realized that he was a butler called Yang Yun. This middle aged man usually grovelled with Yang Wei, committing many unspeakable acts. At least half of what Yang Wei did was suggested by this middle aged man. Using Ling Tian’s words, this fellow’s face is full of skin ulcers and blisters all over his feet; he was completely bad!
"Is anything the matter?" Ling Tian lowered his head as his whip ‘unknowingly’ lashed out onto his boots. Ling Tian did not even look him in the eye, treating him like air.
