As the two were talking, the procession ahead suddenly stopped. Sounds of an argument drifted back toward them.
Ma Zhi frowned tightly and shoved his dried meat into his pocket. "Hurry back. I'll go take a look."
Soon, the sharp CRACK of a whip echoed out, accompanied by agonizing wails.
Seeing Liu Pingkang and the other escorts rushing over with their whips, Gu Kaiyuan quietly followed behind them. Many others did the same. Everyone wanted to see exactly what had happened. So many days had passed—who still had the nerve to cause trouble in the convoy?
Bai Suihe sat in the cart, pouting. Her two maids were holding her back, refusing to let her step down.
