Inside a carriage being hastened towards Lanxi.
In the darkness, a man whose body had been tensed suddenly slumped backward, relaxed against the velvet backrest.
A hand reached out, fumbling on the wall of the carriage.
The next second, that hand forcefully pulled back the curtains, and the small window suddenly flooded the carriage with light, brightening the interior completely.
Lin Qingxuan turned his head to look out of the window, it was Lanxi where he had grown up.
The carriage bypassed the line of people waiting to present their visiting cards to the Lin family of Lanxi and drove directly past them, slowly entering the manor.
When the carriage stopped, Lin Qingxuan hastedly wiped the sweat from his forehead, took a deep breath, and hurried out of the carriage, rushing to find the young helmsman of the Lin family of Lanxi.
It was an urgent, pressing matter.
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The sun set over East Mountain, and dusk approached.