Minmin knew how to dodge the garden guards. He rushed all the way out of his residence to the bustling avenue. There, he saw a carriage waiting by the roadside. Panting, he walked up to it, "To the Healing Hands Hall!"
The coachman looked at him strangely.
He tore off a jade pendant from his waist: "Here!"
It was top-grade mutton-fat jade. Although the coachman could not tell real jade from fake, the tassel of the jade pendant had a gold ingot hanging from it, and that was undeniably real gold.
The coachman was instantly delighted: "Alright, alright, hop in, young master! To the Healing Hands Hall on Xuanwu Avenue, right? I'll get you there safely!"
"You must hurry!" Minmin told the coachman.
The coachman laughed: "Alright, alright, faster, give the horse a good thrashing!"
Minmin was lucky because this was indeed a carriage-for-hire, and not a privately-owned vehicle of some wealthy household. Otherwise, the coachman might not have accepted Minmin's offer.