Yueyao thought for a long time, lifted the cart curtain, and asked the coachman, "How far is it still to the Capital City?"
The coachman, flicking the horsewhip, replied, "It's over a hundred li away!"
Yueyao inquired, "Is there a post station on the way to the Capital City?"
Common people always held a sense of awe towards officials, and seeing how Yueyao mentioned the post station in such a calm tone, he knew immediately that the person he was carrying was of no ordinary status, and hurriedly said, "Yes, there's a post station less than twenty li away, but it's only for officials to rest."
Yueyao felt that her luck was actually not bad. As for whether the people at the post station would let her stay, Yueyao hadn't thought that far ahead. "Go to the post station."
The coachman hesitated, "Young Master, to the post station, what about the fare?"
