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"Young Master Lu, don't worry. I will definitely deliver it!" The guard clasped his hands toward Lu Yuanpeng before leaping onto his horse and quickly returning to Bai Qingyan's carriage. He bent his waist and spoke to Bai Qingyan inside the carriage.

Although Lu Yuanpeng knew he couldn't see the Bai family sister today, he didn't hurry to leave. He just stood there, watching the Duke of Zhen's princess's convoy slowly depart. An inexplicable sense of emptiness settled in his heart.

"I have a... strange feeling," Lu Yuanpeng said to Sima Ping.

Sima Ping stood with his hands behind his back. After a moment of silence, he spoke, "Perhaps it's the decline of a once-thriving dynasty becoming apparent."

"Huh?" Lu Yuanpeng was somewhat confused.

"Let's go back!" Sima Ping smiled and leaped onto his horse.

The grand convoy of the Bai family moved silently along the official road, heading slowly but steadily toward Shuoyang.