After everyone had eaten their breakfast, the Wang Family's convoy prepared to continue their journey to the western region, where the Disciple Enrollment Ceremony would be held.
Ling Yuyan pretended to wake up right at this moment, then she walked slowly, weakly, and limply toward the maid's carriage.
When Ling Yuyan got on the maid's carriage, she realized that the number of maids inside the carriage had decreased.
The number of maids in the carriage was more than a dozen yesterday, but now, there were only eleven or so.
Although Ling Yuyan did not bother to ask, the other maids had chatted softly with each other about the missing maids.
According to their story, a few maids had fallen ill because of the difficult journey and freezing weather.
All the maids were ordinary people, and they never practiced martial arts like the guards and the Wang Family's child, so it was not surprising that they could easily fall sick in this snowy cold weather.
