Creak... creak...
The sound of wagon wheels crushing snow was particularly pleasant in the wind.
"Drive!" Hou Renmeng snapped his whip, expertly navigating the carriage through numerous twists and turns. Shielded by Shen Juan and Qian Kerou, they looped several large circles before arriving on a relatively quiet street.
"Sir, we've shaken the tail."
As the carriage passed an alley, Shen Juan and Qian Kerou emerged from it, tumbled into the carriage compartment, brushed off the snowflakes, and spoke to Zhao Douan, who was resting with his eyes closed inside.
"En." Zhao Douan slowly opened his eyes, looked at his two subordinates who had disguised themselves, and said with a smile:
"Thank you for your hard work."
Their intervention in Yellow Court Alley had inevitably drawn some people's attention.
Zhao Douan was not sure exactly who had taken note, but fortunately, because the incident happened so suddenly, they had not yet caught the eye of any dangerous figures.
