"I'm telling you to get in the carriage!"
Lu Yuan: "..."
Before Lu Yuan could even speak, Song Meiqin raised her eyebrows and said:
"Clean the yellow mud off your feet and legs before you get in. Don't you dare get our carriage dirty!"
Lu Yuan was speechless for a moment, then cupped his hands in a fist and said:
"Madam... Song, I don't think I'll get in the carriage.
But there's something I, as a junior, would like to say.
I'd advise you to turn back. Your people are not Travelers, nor are they Officials.
I'm afraid going there won't be of much use.
I can handle this myself. You shouldn't put yourself in danger."
Don't be fooled by how impressive Song Meiqin looked leading her two hundred-odd men.
But these people were not Officials, nor were they Lord Soldiers.
They were nothing more than a few Mansion Guards.
In reality, they just had a whiff of officialdom about them.
Essentially, they were just house-slaves for a high-ranking official's family.
