The old horse trotted slowly while pulling the carriage. Its pace was so slow that it made people feel sleepy.
Although they had already traveled for half a day, they were not too far away from Diyang District. The boy servant sat outside and drove the carriage. He muttered, "Sir, what if the person in charge of Chengan District isn't Mr. Zixiao?"
Yang Si lifted the curtains on both sides. He held a book which had delicate yet impressive handwriting on it in his hand. Although it was not the work of a great master, the writing skills could be seen. It had a vigorous style which was very different from the boy servant's proper style of writing.
Hearing the boy servant's grumble, he said, "You speak and act on hearsay. Had it not been for my good temper, I don't know how many losses you would have to suffer. You're the one who wants to go to Diyang District and Chengan District. Now, you're also the one who doesn't want to go to Chengan District…"