Jiang Wang wasn't one to board just anyone's carriage; the lesson from Li Youjue was not far behind.
But someone like Xiu Yuan, the Commander of the Prisoner Electric Army, was waiting for him openly outside the Long Life Palace, so nothing unsavory would happen, and there was nothing to worry about.
The carriage Xiu Yuan was riding in at this moment wasn't the imperial chariot symbolizing the Imperial Dynasty.
It should be used for convenient outings, yet it still couldn't be compared with the one rented by Jiang Mansion's housekeeper.
The spaciousness, the softness of the seats, the grandeur of the decorations, goes without saying... The patterns on the carriage walls turned out to be natural wood grain! Like flowers and trees, like dragons and tigers, naturally mystical.
The wood itself was worth a fortune.
Jiang Wang stepped into the carriage as if stepping onto a cloud, light and effortless.
