Chapter 177: Going Out

Da Wang kept a low profile at home, loafing for a day, and Bai Li Heng came to 'visit' him.

Saying it was a visit, he actually came to invite him to go hunting together.

Da Wang wanted to go, and he eagerly asked: 'After all, I took sick leave—wouldn't it be wrong to go out hunting?'

Bai Li Heng: '…Please drop the "ba" particle, but if we don't go now I'll have to attend court. Besides, if we don't go now we might not see each other again for who knows how many years. Liang Ben and Li Chang also want to go. Lao San, the problem is actually you.' After saying that, Bai Li Heng grinned at Da Wang.

Da Wang, not ashamed to ask, said: 'How so?'

'If something happens, we'll just see if you can take a beating~'

'Second Brother!' Da Wang flared up, 'Are you even human?!'

But Da Wang still decided to go. After loafing at home for a day, he'd slept enough and there was no swordplay, yet he was bored. Da Wang's residence couldn't compare to the Prince of You's mansion; in Youzhou he'd never been this idle—spending a whole day holed up was more than enough.

It was discovered… that his illness had healed early. No matter what, that day his illness had been severe, and he'd mistakenly asked for too much leave.

'But using my own carriage definitely won't do; Second Brother, come pick me up, just get the biggest, biggest carriage, and I'll ride out to the suburbs then mount a horse.'

'Fine, but what do you need such a huge carriage for?'

'My two attendants are coming too—just remember to get an especially large carriage!'

They agreed to meet outside the city the next day, and Bai Li Heng left. The next day he deeply regretted not asking what attendants required such a huge carriage—at least then he'd have been mentally prepared.

Besides Wei Shen and Ling Yin, Da Wang also brought eight Owl Cavalry.

The Owl Cavalry and Ling Yin rode Black Wind Horses; it wouldn't do to have the same mounts as Lao Er, since Da Wang had sold him those for 180,000 taels of silver—he had to respect the money.

Wei Shen still rode his White Gold Wild Horse; spending a day together made it hard not to give himself away, unless he didn't go—but Wei Shen's nature couldn't be restrained.

Actually it was fine; anyway, Da Wang was now considered part of Lao Er's group.

Wei Shen himself didn't mind: 'If you see it, you see it—didn't you say the Wei Clan is your backing? What's there to fear from being seen? The clearer the better.'

That made sense.

The next day, Bai Li Heng's party arrived early; a crowd of proud geniuses with precious horses and famous steeds, leading dogs and hawks, filled the Ten-li Pavilion outside the city to the point that no other living person could squeeze in.

As they chatted lively in the pavilion, Li Chang looked up and saw the procession ahead.

The carriage belonged to the Prince of Guangling—nothing special, just a bit bigger and more luxurious; the issue was the dozen or so riders surrounding it.

'Heavens! Look! Besides His Highness's matching white gold horses, what kind of horses are those black ones?!'

'The borderlands really can produce good horses!'

'Behind, the red horse pulling the carriage behind!'

'…Are the mounts of these Personal Guard even better than this young master's?'

Bai Li Heng narrowed his eyes, examined them carefully, and said: 'The black horses—I've never seen them either, but they're indeed fine; swapping a few with Lao San would probably be fine, but that red one—forget it, it's his treasure.' He didn't notice the stiffness of the driver sent to drive the carriage.

The two men sat in front of the carriage, straining to keep their gaze and… hand from trembling.

Heaven knows how shocked they were when they saw the White Marsh swaying out of the house, casting them a glance with its dark purple eyes.

They were practically rooted to the spot—he was fine, just standing there dazed for a moment, but his companion went overboard and dropped to his knees, kowtowing to whatever unknown creature the Prince of You kept, even before the Prince appeared.

They still didn't know what it was—let alone having seen it; they hadn't even heard of it before today.

It looked extraordinary, and they didn't know whether it was some fierce beast from the northern borders.

The White Marsh swayed onto the carriage, then the Prince of You emerged carrying a bird barely half a meter long, inspected the carriage, found it satisfactory, and climbed in as well.

Those two coachmen relied on past experience to drive the whole way, their thoughts already in the rear carriage—would that fierce beast suddenly bite… or even eat someone?

If it doesn't eat people, why does its gaze look so strange!!