"The State Preceptor is too courteous..."
By this time, Hu Ma had no choice but to dismount from the carriage.
The City Guard had come to welcome them, members of the Ten Surnames guided the path, various family branches opened their doors, and the State Preceptor himself personally held the horse's reins.
Though he didn't fully understand the rules of these nobles, it was clear they were intentionally honoring the Hu Family, perhaps even excessively so.
He could only jump down from the carriage, place his hand on the State Preceptor's, and say with a smile, "You have the wrong horse."
"My father is behind me; there's a distinction between elder and junior. While escorting my father back, I should lead the way. However, upon reaching our hometown, I should position myself behind the coffin."
"The State Preceptor respects our Hu Family for its arduous contributions, but he shouldn't disrupt etiquette for a junior like myself..."
"..."
