He gestured to the wheelchair beneath him. "It's hard for me to get around, so I won't cause any trouble for you two."
Zhao Yong turned back. "We're just escorting some elixirs, and we have so many masters for protection. Lao Shi, have you done so many shameful things that you feel this insecure?"
Zhao Ci's expression hardened. "While the mission is underway, please address me as Lord Chief Envoy!"
Zhao Yong: "..."
Zhao Ci didn't waste any time. Seeing that it was getting late, he went directly to the front of the convoy, said a brief farewell to those seeing them off, and gave the order to move out.
The convoy set off.
The cargo wasn't heavy.
But the carriage protecting it was.
It left deep ruts in the official road.
The procession was vast and mighty, presenting a rather imposing sight.
Zhao Ci thoughtfully sized up Zhao Yong. He felt there was something off about what he'd said earlier. 'What did he mean, I feel insecure?'
Everyone speaks with their own logic.
