Austin did not respond immediately, instead, he gently flicked the whip, urging the old bay horse to step over a puddle at the corner of the street.
Blackwell looked at the familiar flower shop on the corner and the cobbler's shop at the bend, his brows furrowing tighter: "Austin, are you sure you didn't take the wrong turn?"
Only then did Austin leisurely turn back, still with a perfunctory smile on his lips: "Rest assured, Sir John Bickhouse indeed wants to meet you, but the location was changed last minute."
"Changed?" Blackwell clearly sounded skeptical: "When was it changed?"
"Yesterday morning." Austin took out a pre-prepared excuse: "He received an invitation at the last minute to attend a small tea party at Kensington Palace, so he asked me to tell you to wait near Kensington Palace directly."
Blackwell stared at Austin for a while, trying to find any unnatural expression on his face, but that face remained as calm as ever.
"So we're going to Kensington?"
