"Crack!"
"Boom boom boom!"
Lightning and thunder completely covered the sky, torrential rain pouring down, everywhere you looked was an unending curtain of rain.
At the post station, Li Qingmu looked at the sudden downpour outside the window, frowning slightly.
The weather this year seemed more peculiar than in previous years; the rain kept coming without end, even preventing them from traveling.
In the convoy traveling with him, the primary cargo was food supplies. If these were tainted by rain or left in the humid air for too long, they would become moldy and spoiled.
We can't let the people eat spoiled food, can we?
The past few days, the weather had been decent, and the journey smooth, but these recent days they were stuck at this small post station.
"Prince, the disaster is urgent, and disaster relief cannot be delayed!"
An accompanying official stepped forward, bowing in request, urging him to set off quickly.
