"Second Langjun, this is what I'm told…" The driver whispered in a low voice so that no one else could overhear.
After a while, Jiang Pengji asked, "There's no family symbols on this carriage, right?"
The driver replied, "No. I've prepared this carriage as you required." He did not understand her intentions, but he managed to find a plain one among the few carriages of the Liu's which were designed for different occasions.
"Very well." Jiang Pengji closed her eyes and told the driver, "Take me west of the town."
"No problem!" He grabbed his lash. The horse leisurely headed towards their destination, avoiding the noisy crowds.
While they were leaving, the guards from the Meng's continued to keep an eye on the gambling house. Their tea had long become cold; they hadn't taken a single sip of it during the hours of observation.