Classic School

A short while after they left uptown, a fancy carriage stopped before them.

The stallion pulling the carriage was as tall as a man, and its flame-like mane blew in the wind. The carvings on the carriage were decorated with gold and silver, shimmering under the setting sun.

The carriage door opened. The person inside looked at them and smiled, "Good day, sirs. What a coincidence."

Ye Qingxuan had thought that Edmund came to make trouble, but froze when he saw the person.

In the carriage was a youth, sitting on a sheepskin rug. His silver scepter was tossed casually onto the ground, the ruby at the top shining with a lonely glow. His golden locks fell to his waist and he looked like a girl, but not many girls were as pretty as him, nor did they have that heart-stopping handsomeness.