The day's weather is fine, with clouds scattered across the sky.
On a certain official road, a modest carriage, drawn by two obvious thousand-mile thoroughbred horses, moves leisurely. The man reclined against the carriage shaft has half his face covered by a mask and taps the whip now and then without much effort.
"Evildoer, where are we now?" A voice unable to hide its drowsiness comes from within the carriage, soon followed by the curtain being lifted, revealing a thick Persian wool carpet inside. A woman in wide-sleeved robes, resembling a lazy caterpillar, emerges sleepily from the carriage, sprawled languidly on the carriage board as she looks around with squinted eyes.
"Xunyang City in Liaodong. It's said that the Huadiao wine there is the tastiest, renowned across the Four Kingdoms, perfect timing to have a taste."
"Wine! I like it!" The woman lying on the carriage board beams upon hearing this, then her small head nods off bit by bit, soon returning to deep slumber.
