After the soldiers had passed, Qingsheng finally drove the carriage onto the official road.
After traveling a while, Qingsheng pulled the horse to a stop again.
"What's wrong?"
Zhao Minghua lifted the curtain, noticing two soldiers supporting each other with a limp, making their way down the road.
Seeing the carriage, they did not make way but approached directly.
"Brother, could you give us a lift in your carriage? We need to get to the next town to find a healer for our injuries."
The two soldiers wore expressions full of pleading.
"It's not convenient."
What a joke, his family's future young mistress was in the carriage, how could he let two strangers onboard?
Qingsheng refused them outright.
He felt a bit lucky; if a larger party had been here and those men requested to get on, he wouldn't have been able to refuse, or else he would be signing his death warrant.
But now, with only two men and his young master possessing extraordinary skills, there was nothing to fear.
