Ancient Wen Heng didn't bother getting out of the carriage to check. After waiting for about five minutes, he ignored the situation with the rest of the caravan and simply ordered Hong Da, "Let's go."
Hong Da cracked his whip and flicked the reins, urging the horses to move.
Hong Tianbao, who had been on the roadside preparing to report, chose a nearby carriage and hopped on, sitting next to the driver.
Their carriage was already at the very front. Its movement signaled the master's intent, so the carriages behind didn't dare to delay, following one after another.
Song Xiuyang, who had been anxiously looking for someone, couldn't be bothered with formalities anymore. She scrambled onto one of the carriages and forced her way inside.
Seeing a carriage full of unfamiliar old women, Song Xiuyang asked nervously, "This is the Gu family's caravan, right?"
