NOVPUBSince they were traveling as a merchant caravan, they packed several boxes filled with medicinal herbs to make their disguise more convincing.
Shen Roujia pushed aside the carriage curtain to glance at the wagon in front and couldn’t help but mutter, “It really looks the part.”
She paused when she caught sight of Wen Surong, who had just opened his curtain, and offered him a tentative smile before retreating inside.
Just as Shen Roujia was about to say something, she noticed Liu Ruyi watching her closely.
“Jiaojiao, why do I feel like you’re paying too much attention to those Northern people?”
Shen Roujia smiled subtly, “What? You must be imagining things, Sister-in-law.”
After saying that, she naturally picked up a storybook that was lying nearby and began reading it with interest.
“These stories just keep getting better and better.”
Liu Ruyi, momentarily distracted, forgot what she was about to ask and instead chimed in, “These are just average. I read a book by an anonymous author before, now that was vivid and lively, truly captivating.”
Hearing this name, Shen Roujia gave an awkward smile but said nothing.
The journey from the Divine Doctor’s Valley to Huizhou took about a day.
Huizhou was a large city, so there was a post station available as soon as they entered.
Before Shen Roujia could ask anything, Wen Surong had already dismounted and approached them.
“When we enter the city, if the guards ask, just say that Tu Lie and I are long-term herbal traders based in Yancheng.”
Shen Roujia nodded, “No worries, I’ve borrowed Xi Lan’s waist token. Even without a travel pass, showing the Divine Doctor’s Valley insignia should suffice.”
Wen Surong looked at Shen Roujia with growing admiration.
“A’jiao is very foresighted.”
Having spent some time together, Wen Surong had started calling Shen Roujia by her courtesy name, following Liu Ruyi’s lead.
Shen Roujia, not one to care about such details, paid little attention to the small formalities. 𝓃𝓸𝓋𝓅𝓾𝒷.𝒸ℴ𝓂
