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Everyone was worried that there were weapons hidden in the secret compartments of each carriage, which were originally hung around the waists of the guards. It would be troublesome if these were discovered.

Little did they know that the weapons had long been tampered with by the young lady without anyone noticing, and were now lying quietly in the space.

"Miss, Brother Luying is coming." Xiaoman, who was riding a horse, suddenly leaned close to the carriage curtain and reported in a low voice. Through the gauze curtain, she could see the black horse ridden by Luying, passing through the small path beside the official road.

"Stay where you are and tell the children not to stick their heads out to look around. Follow the arrangements made by the prince and Uncle Fast Feet." There were many children in the car, and they were afraid that they would attract the attention of the officers and soldiers.

"Yes, miss." Xiaoman responded and immediately went to the car in front to give instructions.

Jing Chunxi brought Adou closer to her sister and pulled the car window curtain down again. Xiaoyu nodded sensibly and buried her face in Tang Shuang's clothes.

She knew it wasn't the right time to show up. After all, she hadn't been involved in the original arrangements. Now she had no choice but to enter the city, find a place to stay, and then see what information Green Shadow and the others had gathered before making her next move.

Her nails unconsciously scratched the carved patterns on the seat as she listened to the sound of horse hooves approaching from afar. She knew that Lu Ying had been startled and was already with Xu Zize, so she had no intention of getting out of the car to greet him.

"The car is moving,"

After a long time, the wheels moved.

Perhaps he was a little depressed after being silenced for too long, and knowing that he had returned to his hometown, Adou could not hide his excitement. He let out a soft sound, but it was full of excitement, and the look in his eyes when he looked at his sister was cute and cunning.

Xiaoyu's little face has gained a few pounds of flesh, and when she smiles, dimples and two small canine teeth are exposed.

"We are going into the city now, please follow us." As the wheels started, Xu Zize's voice was heard beside the curtain.

He was riding a white horse, the hem of his robe was slightly lifted by the wind, and the jade pendant on his waist swayed gently with his horse's steps.

Knowing that he was guarding their carriage, Jing Chunxi relaxed considerably. His gaze towards the two siblings was filled with tenderness, and the words, "We're home," made them feel even more at ease. Ah He's tense shoulders finally relaxed, and she quietly wiped away the tears from her eyes.

Gently pulling the curtain in front of the car, looking forward, I saw the three words "Qiantang County" written on the dark blue city wall in the distance, with a casual and unrestrained manner, as if waving clothes and carrying water.

The city wall built with blue bricks is about three meters high. Flags are fluttering on the city wall. Soldiers guarding the city stand with guns in their hands, casting long shadows in the setting sun.

No matter how they looked at the entire city, there didn't seem to be anything unusual. But after they understood the actual situation, they felt a dull pain in their hearts.

"Miss, it seems that a group of people have not caught up."

Until the team slowly stopped, the wheels rolled over the last shallow rut, making a long sigh of "squeak-ah", and when they were waiting in line to enter the city gate, Sugar Frost could not hold back after all, and then carefully lifted a corner of the lake blue dark patterned curtain and half stuck his head out.

The slanting sunlight shattered into golden dust on her eyelashes. She squinted her eyes and looked back along the line. Suddenly, she gasped and spoke in a low voice, unable to conceal her shock, "Miss, we—the entire group behind us… has disappeared!"

"Don't make a fuss. Didn't I tell you long ago? We don't need to worry about anything. We just have to follow the orders of the prince and Uncle Fast Foot." Jing Chunxi turned his face to the side, his voice low and clear, like a pool of cold spring.

Although he scolded in a low voice, he still couldn't help but lean over slightly and look back along the gap opened by the icing, his eyes sweeping across the slightly dusty official road.

Sure enough, the twenty guards who were originally lagging behind were now like shadows wiped out by the wind, and even the dust raised by the horses' hooves disappeared completely.

Now, behind their carriages, there were only five or six horsemen left, scattered at the end of the team.

Jing Chunxi thought that Xu Zize was very thoughtful and knew that they had not slept all night and must have discussed something important.

He was accustomed to making moves in secret, leaving some troops outside the city. This not only allowed him to sneak into the surrounding areas to gather information from outside, but also allowed him to leave a way to retreat or advance when something happened in the city, so as to avoid being caught in a trap.

The first wave of seventeen or eighteen people entered the city gate smoothly. The leader just handed over a pass and did not ask any further questions or checks. This surprised everyone.

Another unexpected discovery they made was that there was not a single citizen leaving the city from the other side of the city gate, and the entire passage was empty.

Turning around, they saw a green-covered carriage in front of their group, rushing in without even slowing down. The gatekeeper only raised his eyelids and stepped aside to make way, waving his hand as if to shoo away a fly.

When it was their turn, things weren't so smooth.

Qingfeng and Luying, riding in front, were suddenly stopped by a knife and a club that came across them. The knife was a goose-feather knife, and the club was a white wax stick. The back of the knife and the shaft of the club intertwined in a cross shape, flashing a cold, hard iron light in the sun.

Seeing their leader take action first, two young yamen runners immediately pushed the fence over with a "clang". Several yamen runners guarding the gate also pulled over the wooden fence and blocked the entrance horizontally. Dust fluttered up and everyone gathered around like a flock of startled crows.

"Who are you? Everyone get off your car or horse and be inspected." The little leader said with a stern face. If they hadn't been watching how the people in front of them entered the city, they would have really mistakenly thought he was so righteous.

"Don't you have eyes? What are you doing?" Green Shadow's voice was not loud, but it had the crispness and brightness unique to martial artists.

He dismounted, his boot heels hitting the ground almost silently. He raised his hand to remove the ebony and gilded plate tied at his waist, then handed it to the nearest yamen runner under his nose. His voice was so low that others could only hear the slight curl of his lips, but the yamen runner heard it, "Look carefully at who's behind you. Can you afford to offend him?"

The little leader, who had been standing a little further away, was leaning against the door frame. Upon hearing this, he stood up straight and took two steps at a time to move forward.

He only glanced at the sign, and his face suddenly changed color as if it had been burned by fire. He turned around and shouted, "Are you all blind? Move it away quickly and let us pass!"

Then he turned around and bowed to Qingfeng, Luying, and the convoy behind him, apologizing repeatedly, "I was blind and didn't recognize the great man. I hope you can forgive me."

No need for formalities, no need to even look at the pass, they passed through smoothly. The wooden fence creaked as it was dragged, and several yamen runners bent over to lift the fence, their movements so fast that they looked almost awkward.

Even when their carriages passed through the city gate, the curtains did not need to be lifted. The corners of the curtains on the carriages swayed gently in the wind, as if silently mocking this sudden respect.