Zhao Zhongyu turned around to leave, when a muffled sound came from a carriage.
Zhao Hanzhang paused and glanced sideways, seeing the curtain fluttering. She sharply noticed Mrs. Wu bump against the carriage wall with a thud, then being pulled back and fixed by the woman inside.
Zhao Hanzhang withdrew her gaze and mounted her horse without looking aside.
Zhao Zhongyu slightly furrowed his brow, unwilling for such commotion to happen. If word spread, outsiders might inquire, so he quietly instructed, "You all wait outside the city, prepare a bowl of calming medicine for her."
"Yes."
Zhao Hanzhang, with keen ears, overheard it. The corner of her mouth slightly lifted; yesterday she surrounded the ancestral hall, not to guard against family, but outsiders.
As Zhao Zhongyu and Zhao Ji were going as hostages, the more important the hostage, the better.
