"Fourth Young Master, we're almost at Star Engraving County."
On the muddy post road, a caravan of more than a dozen people plodded through the fields in the wind and rain. In the middle of the caravan, a huge cargo box wrapped in black cloth lay like a coffin from a mortuary. The lead carriages were roomy and airy, with glass windows and soft rubber tires—the ride didn't jostle at all.
Inside the carriage, Ding Yiyu sprang up from the cushion in a swift motion, lifted the curtain, and saw from a distance the city outline of Star Engraving County under the rainclouds. He sat back down lazily and said, "Let me know when we actually arrive."
"Fourth Young Master," the horseman riding outside the carriage asked with a grin, "the girls in Star Engraving County, are they hot? We're all country bumpkins who've never been to a big city. We're counting on you to show us the ropes."
