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Wang Yuqian, though he held the rank of a Vice Minister of the Ministry of War, his carriage was not luxurious.
Lacking a soft couch, a tea table, and the refinement of incense burners, the vehicle was drawn by a low-ranked Demonic Beast, a Red Date Horse. If not for the distinct purple-gold pattern exclusive to Third Grade officials of the imperial court etched on the carriage-body, it would have appeared as a common merchant's vehicle.
Both individuals sat upright within, and due to its simplicity, the space inside the carriage felt somewhat cramped.
This was an unavoidable matter; a simpler carriage might not always catch the Emperor's eye, but at least it could somewhat demonstrate one's integrity.
Without any shock absorbers, the carriage jolted all the way and finally arrived in front of the grand gate of the Prime Minister's Mansion when the sundial inside indicated it was the third quarter of the hour of si.
Barely opening the window, Xu Yuan peered outside.