The mountain road leading to Ze County was bustling.
Hundreds of government soldiers were transporting carts of coarse salt, rushing ahead to clear the path.
By midday, carriages began passing through Xilin Village.
Prefect Zhu had been in a carriage for several days and his body was feeling the strain. He sipped his tea with dignity, eagerly anticipating his meeting with the Fifth Prince in Ze County.
If the Fifth Prince valued him, a promotion seemed promising.
The carriage rocked back and forth along the way.
Once on the mountain road, it prioritized stability over speed.
"Sir."
At this moment, someone called from outside.
With a gentle voice and a friendly demeanor, Prefect Zhu lightly lifted the corner of the carriage curtain and asked, "What is it?"
"Someone is following us from a distance."
The soldier reported, "Right behind us. Should we drive them away?"
Prefect Zhu frowned slightly, "Find out more."
"Yes, sir."
The soldier promptly left and returned quickly.
