The carriage was spacious, and Zheng Fan felt a wave of warmth as he stepped inside.
Behind the fire basin, Dujuan was helping Lord Jingnan remove his armor, his back turned to Zheng Fan. Zheng Fan stood, not daring to be too presumptuous; he was, after all, in the presence of a powerful figure who had just "rescued" him and deserved respect.
Not every noble is as shameless as the Sixth Prince, Zheng Fan thought. Thinking of the Sixth Prince, he suddenly realized he rather missed him.
Lord Jingnan, now divested of his armor, sat down by the charcoal basin. He gestured lightly with his finger.
"Sit."
Naturally, there wasn't a stool for Zheng Fan, not even a cushion. Though the carriage was spacious, it only had one set of seat cushions. So, Zheng Fan sat cross-legged on the floor.
One good thing about Yan State was that despite its strict hierarchy, it wasn't overly pedantic about details. When told to sit, you sat; there was no need to kneel nervously.
