“Heh heh… miss, this inn really isn’t suitable for you all to stay in.” The driver glanced back, then quickly looked away again.

“Why not?” The maid tilted her head, puzzled.

At that moment, the woman dressed as a madam had already stepped up beside the carriage door.

“It’s really not suitable.” The madam leaned against the doorframe and shook her head gently.

The maid turned her head to look at her own madam. “Madam, why? It’s not like we can’t afford the silver.”

“Look at who’s standing in front of the inn,” the madam said softly.

The corner of the driver’s mouth curled slightly as he slowed his pace.

The maid craned her neck to look ahead for a moment, her crescent brows furrowing.

“Why are there so many young, pretty girls in front of the inn? And their clothes are so… tsk tsk!”

“Madam.” The maid looked away again, her small face flushing red. “What kind of place is this exactly? Could it be…?”

The maid covered her lips, her face reddening, not daring to say more.

“Miss, you guessed right. That’s why I said this place isn’t suitable for you,” the driver said with a smile.

“It really isn’t.” The maid shook her head firmly. “But it does seem like the most luxurious inn around.”

“No matter, there’s a decent inn a bit further back too.” The driver glanced back again. “Madam, would you like to go take a look there instead?”

“Mm.” Feng Jiu’er nodded lightly, lowered the curtain, and disappeared from the driver’s view.

Xiao Yingtao, dressed as a maid, also let go of the curtain, but instead of climbing inside, she sat down behind the driver.

“By the way, I heard there’s fighting going on out there. Why hasn’t it affected this place at all?”

“My master and mistress were originally planning to visit relatives in West Central City, but when we arrived we were told West Central City had been occupied.”

“I remember this place isn’t far from West Central City. Why hasn’t it been affected?”

“West Central City couldn’t be held, but here in West Origin City we have Old General Yuan. Everyone isn’t afraid,” the driver replied, giving the reins a firm pull.

The horse understood the signal and turned, entering another main road.

“Where are you from, miss? Do you know Old General Yuan?” the driver asked.

“From the capital.” Xiao Yingtao shook her head. “Who is Old General Yuan? Never heard of him.”

“Old General Yuan is an old general who guards the border. He’s been in West Origin City for a very, very long time,” the driver said, pulling the reins tight again.

The carriage stopped in front of another inn.

The driver turned to look at the woman beside him.

“Old General Yuan has always looked out for the common people. With him here, we’re not afraid of anyone breaking in from outside.”

“And there’s word going around that the one trying to break in is the Night Prince. Do you know him, miss?”

“The Night Prince?” Xiao Yingtao blinked. “You mean the most beautiful Night Prince of the Feng Clan?”

“Right, the Night Prince — the Feng Clan’s one and only Night Prince.” The driver nodded firmly.

“The Night Prince is a good man. He’d never harm the common people.”

Sitting inside the carriage, Feng Jiu’er’s mouth curved up slightly.

It seemed Old General Yuan had already done a great deal for her father.

That being the case, she owed it to him to save his grandson all the more.

“By the way, miss, what do you think of this inn?” The driver got off the carriage and turned to look at Xiao Yingtao.

Xiao Yingtao glanced up and nodded. “Not bad.”

She hopped down from the carriage, turned around, and pulled the curtain aside.

“Master, Madam, let’s stay here these next few days. The place looks decent.”

A large hand reached out and lifted the curtain, revealing a woman dressed in dignified attire with sweet, delicate features.

Xiao Yingtao raised her head and extended a hand toward Feng Jiu’er.

“Let’s go, Madam.”