The woman across saw the little head peeking out of the carriage and burst into laughter.
"Milord, this little kid seems to be questioning you," she said.
The fat - faced man gave a disdainful glance in their direction.
"A carriage like this shouldn't even be on the main road," he sneered.
Indeed, compared to their carriage, the one Zhao Shuning and Feng Xiaobai were in was extremely shabby.
"Milord, there are rules for traveling on the main road. Your carriage and sedan chair are much larger than my master's. You suddenly rushed out and then stopped dead in your tracks. If I hadn't reined in my horses in time, my young master and I might have crashed into your carriage. Our lives would have been in great danger," the coachman, an experienced man, explained the situation clearly.
But the fat - faced man clearly disliked this explanation. His coachman, looking smug, said, "If your carriage had really crashed into our milord's four - horse official sedan chair, it wouldn't be us who suffered. It's your master's fault for being poor. Look at your carriage. It's a full meter lower than ours. Even if you crashed into us, we'd just need to change a wooden wheel. It would be no big loss for us."
Feng Xiaobai's hand tightened on the curtain. Zhao Shuning, sitting behind him, tugged at his sleeve, hinting for him not to be impulsive. Feng Xiaobai thought for a moment and held back. He put down the curtain and sat back.
"This man is so despicable," he said.
"Xiaobai, there are many such people in the jianghu. You'll encounter them one by one in the future. Don't provoke them for now. Let's get back to the Zhao family first. It's not worth delaying our journey because of such a person."
"Is the world really so treacherous?" Feng Xiaobai asked.
Zhao Shuning nodded and then shook her head.
"Of course, there are also many good people."
Outside, the coachman was still trying to reason.
"Milord, your attendant's words are a bit too presumptuous. If such an incident really happened, you'd be guilty of manslaughter."
"They're just lowly peasants. Their lives are as worthless as grass. Even if they die, so what?" The contemptuous tone was really unpleasant to hear, especially for someone with Feng Xiaobai's temperament.
"Mother, I'll go out and have a look," Feng Xiaobai said.
"Xiaobai, don't cause trouble. Let's wait and see what happens first. The coachman the Qi family found for us is not just a coachman. He's been traveling on the main road for decades. He must have more than just a silver tongue," Zhao Shuning said.
"What do you mean, Mother?"
"He's also an elixir master." When Zhao Shuning said this casually, Feng Xiaobai was stunned. He hadn't noticed this during the journey.
"In the future, you should learn to observe more. You've been targeted by some scheming people. Try not to show yourself and avoid unnecessary trouble. Do you understand?"
Before one's wings are fully grown, it's sometimes necessary to lie low. Feng Xiaobai not rushing out immediately this time was already a significant improvement.
"I understand, Mother," he said, sitting upright.
Outside, the coachman was being steady. Seeing that the other man was powerful and unreasonable, he didn't want to argue anymore. He could only say, "Then when will you leave, milord? We'll just follow behind you."
The fat - faced man looked at the beauty in his arms and leered.
"Beauty, when shall we leave? I can't move when I see you."
Feng Xiaobai clenched his sleeves tightly. Can't move? Are the four horses pulling the carriage just for show? Do you even need to move your feet?
The woman giggled.
"I'm tired too, Lord An. Let's take a rest. The carriage is so bumpy that I can hardly bear it."
Zhao Shuning couldn't help but roll her eyes. This woman was really not cute. No matter how beautiful she was, Zhao Shuning didn't think she could like such a beauty.
"Alright. Since the beauty is tired, let's rest," the man said. Then he ordered his servants to put down the curtain. The huge carriage was parked right in the middle of the road, and from time to time, the sounds of men and women flirting could be heard from inside.
Afraid that such a scene would pollute Feng Xiaobai's ears, Zhao Shuning whispered to the coachman, "Is there any other small path? We can take a detour."
This so - called Lord An, you'd better not fall into my hands. Otherwise, I'll make you pay. Zhao Shuning gritted her teeth and cursed in her heart. If it weren't for the fact that she had lost her spiritual power and mental strength and had to bide her time, she would have already beaten the man in the carriage black and blue and made him kneel and beg for mercy.
Now that she had Feng Xiaobai with her, there were too many things to consider and people to care about before they returned to the Zhao family. Making a showy move at this moment was not a wise choice.
"If the young lady doesn't mind the longer distance, I'll take you on the small path," the coachman said.
Zhao Shuning nodded. The coachman drove the horses onto the rough small path on the other side. There were many stones on the path, and it was very bumpy. At this time, the wind blew up, slightly lifting the curtain of the carriage they were in. Just then, their carriage happened to pass by Lord An's luxurious four - horse carriage. The four - horse carriage was so large that Lord An lifted the curtain. In that instant, he saw Zhao Shuning in the carriage.
What a perfect person she was! Her eyebrows were like wisps of floating smoke, and her eyes were full of affection. Her face was like a silver basin, her eyes like apricots, her lips red without rouge, and her eyebrows green without makeup. Her hands were like the shoots of a young reed, her skin like congealed fat, her neck like a grub, her teeth like the seeds of a gourd, her head like a cicada's, and her eyebrows like a moth's. Her smile was charming, and her eyes were captivating.
The curtain was only lifted for a moment, but it was enough.
"Even an immortal goddess would pale in comparison," the man drooled. With just one glance, An Qing's soul was already taken away. He had never seen such a beautiful woman before.
"Milord, why did you stop? Am I not serving you well?" The charming woman behind wrapped her hands around him. Her skin was fair and smooth. In the past, An Qing would have surely been unable to resist and would have pushed the woman down and enjoyed himself. But now?
He turned his head. The woman in front of him was smiling seductively. Her waist was slender, and her face was still quite good - looking. But in An Qing's mind, all he could think about was the peerless beauty in plain clothes, with a calm face and no makeup. Looking at the woman in front of him again, she was overly made - up, and the perfume on her body was pungent.
"Milord—" Seeing An Qing looking at her, the woman tried to get closer again. But An Qing pushed her away and quickly put on his clothes.
"Milord, you?"
An Qing opened the carriage door and said, "Get dressed and get out. You vulgar and gaudy woman, how dare you cling to me."
The woman was stunned. An Qing was impatient. He grabbed the woman by her clothes and kicked her out of the carriage.