"The National Teacher is too kind; all these are but expectations, and furthermore, we have Steward Xin with us. He can surely take good care of Young Master Su along the way," Lin Caisang remarked.
"It’s about time we set out."
After glancing at the time, she looked again at National Teacher Suyang, "Where are Prince Mo’s men waiting for us? Or should we go directly to Prince Mo’s Mansion?"
"We are supposed to meet outside the city gates. I guess by the time you get there... Never mind, Miss, you should head out first," Suyang replied.
He was well aware that Prince Mo was extremely reluctant to undertake this task. Naturally, he would stall as much as possible. After all, it had already been delayed for so long; a little while longer hardly mattered.
However, his assumption was indeed wrong.
Previously, Ya Molian had not wanted to go to White Blind Mountain, especially upon learning that Lin Caisang would also be accompanying him, which made him even more unwilling.
But over the past few days, he had developed other plans.
"Then we should depart."
After speaking to Steward Xin, Lin Caisang boarded a carriage by herself.
Steward Xin looked at his master and then took a seat next to the coachman outside Suri’s carriage.
"Steward Xin, please keep a close eye on the young master during the journey. If he becomes too troublesome, just knock him out like the National Teacher did earlier, and that will suffice for the trip," Suyang instructed Steward Xin.
After all, this was his son; he knew his character better than anyone else.
Arrogant and self-righteous, he believed everyone in the world should give way to him. Little did he realize that there are always people better than oneself, and skies beyond skies.
Now, his son was going to White Blind Mountain with Prince Mo. If he truly offended Prince Mo on the way, the latter would not care if Suri was the son of Wei State’s National Teacher or not.
Moreover, he and Prince Mo had a deep-seated grudge between them.
"Rest assured, my lord, I will keep an eye on the young master," said Steward Xin.
Outside the city gate, Ya Molian and his party had been waiting for some time.
Of the three carriages, two were loaded with goods, and only one was meant for passengers. At this moment, Ya Molian was sitting in the carriage, eyes closed, waiting for Lin Caisang and her group to arrive.
There were always those who hoped Ya Molian would go and never return; they thought there would not be a better opportunity to trample on him.
"Master, Prince Zijin’s carriages are coming," Zhe Jue’s voice sounded from outside the carriage.
Watching the carriages marked with Prince Zijin’s insignia approaching, a hint of disdain flashed in his eyes. He held no fondness for Prince Zijin whatsoever.
"Sleep," was all Ya Molian said indifferently.
His drama-loving younger brother was certainly not bringing good news at this time. Of course, whether it was good or bad, he did not want to deal with this person.
Zhe Jue pursed his lips and said nothing more.
Shortly after, Sui Zijin stepped down from the carriage and approached Zhe Jue.
"Zhe Jue, is my brother in the carriage?"
Prince Zijin, are you blind or brainless? Don’t you know what day it is? At this moment, if my master isn’t in his carriage, would he still be sleeping soundly back at Prince Mo’s Mansion? How could such a pointless question come from your mouth?
"Replying to Prince Zijin, my master is resting," he answered impassively.
Sui Zijin raised his eyebrows, neither accepting nor rejecting the answer.