"I'll drive the carriage!" Shen Chengyao said. The emperor must not be left halfway, and besides, leaving the carriage parked halfway wouldn't be appropriate. It would cause a traffic jam.
At this point, Yang Liu stepped forward: "Master, let me handle the carriage!"
So the carriage was driven by Yang Liu and Yang Mei, and Zhao Yong and Xiao Fuzi were responsible for taking the two old people home.
The rain seemed to be lessening slightly.
Xiao'er peered through the carriage curtains and saw Zhao Yong and Xiao Fuzi helping the two old people onto a cart, then moving the cart aside to let the carriage pass first.
The rural paths were generally narrow, and two carriages could just barely pass side by side.
The weather was bad and the road was difficult, and by the time they reached the villa, it was already dark.