By the time he left the teahouse, the sky had grown completely dark. The carriage waited quietly to the side.
The entire street was deserted!
A gust of night wind blew, and Wei Feng, drenched in a cold sweat, shivered violently. He quickly climbed into the carriage and commanded in a low voice, "To the palace."
"My lord... it's so late." The driver had been Wei Feng's confidant and bodyguard for many years. He appeared to be an unremarkable, shabby old man, but in reality, his strength was astonishing.
Otherwise, Wei Feng would never have dared to come to a place like this accompanied by only one person.
"Go." Wei Feng offered no explanation, his heart burning with anxiety as he uttered a single word.
"As you command." The driver was fiercely loyal. His previous remark had just been a reminder for his lord. Since his lord had things under control, he had nothing more to say. 'After all, my lord is far more intelligent than I am.'
