"A tavern?"
The driver was surprised.
"My lord, why would you suddenly want to go to a place like that?"
Shui Xingqiu normally didn't touch a drop of alcohol. Even at palace banquets, the cup before him was always filled with water.
The story was that when he was a child living in exile, he had been bullied and forced to drink so much alcohol that he nearly died.
Ever since then, he had refused to touch the stuff.
The Monarch, understanding his situation, had graciously granted him this special privilege.
Shui Xingqiu said nothing, merely giving him a cold glance.
The driver froze in terror!
'How could I forget? The man before me has never been good-tempered!'
'And I actually dared to question his decision!'
"M-my lord, forgive me! I—"
"Just get there quickly."
Shui Xingqiu cut him off and lowered the curtain.
It was broad daylight, and people were constantly passing by. He had no intention of wasting time here and drawing attention.
