Xiao Hen stepped down from the viewing platform and was put directly into a carriage without taking another step.
This carriage was made entirely of golden-threaded nanmu, also known as Dragon wood, which was said to never decay for a thousand years, and Princess Xinyang loved to collect this kind of wood.
Four guards escorted the carriage.
Xiao Hen couldn't discern their martial arts prowess, but he felt their aura bore some resemblance to Zhan Country's Dragon Shadow Guard.
So they were either Yan Country's death warriors or an exceptionally formidable sort.
Little Jing Kong hadn't lied about being unable to walk any further; he'd frolicked the whole day without taking a nap, and as soon as he was on the carriage, he flopped down onto Xiao Hen, sound asleep.
The carriage left the Academy.
They had hardly gone a few steps when a Maid on the seat outside exclaimed exaggeratedly, "Young Master?"
Heh.
This script, shoddy.