The speed of the carriage could not compare to a fast horse, and coupled with the delay from rescuing someone, they returned to Shengjing half a month late.
With only one month left until the New Year, Shengjing was filled with a joyous atmosphere in anticipation of the celebrations.
"Hyah, hyah, whoa—"
The carriage slowly stopped in front of a mansion gate, and a woman jumped down from it, shouting at the coachman, "Quick, go to Baicao Lane and invite Master, the elder!"
The coachman Wang Xiaoliu responded and left, while Long Yue stepped forward to assist the man inside.
"Cough, cough..."
Li Qingmu coughed twice and slowly came down.
Long Yue looked at him reproachfully: "You know your body is injured, yet you don't take care of yourself, insisting on hurrying along the way. Now look, you're sick!"
Li Qingmu sniffed, feeling quite helpless: "I'm anxious."
