"Miss, please wait a moment, I'll immediately go and report to the Fourth Prince," the Palanquin Porter was an understanding person. Hearing Xuexue say this, he instantly agreed.
Who would have guessed that just as he turned around, a fast horse was galloping from behind the carriage procession.
"Clip-clop, clip-clop!"
Where the horse hooves passed, they raised a great cloud of dust.
The Palanquin Porter quickly stopped in his tracks, fixing his eyes to see the man sitting on the jujube red horse was the Fourth Prince, dressed in a purple brocade robe fluttering in the wind, his tall and fit figure sitting on the horse looking exceptionally gallant.
"May the Fourth Prince be blessed with peace and prosperity," the Palanquin Porter hurriedly performed a kneeling salute.
"That's enough, that's enough, we are outside, no need for such formalities."
"Thank you, Fourth Prince."
"What exactly happened? Why has the palanquin stopped?"
