Shepherding The Scumbags [Quick Travel]

【World 5】Running on the grassland with the scumbag allies

5.1

　　A simple dark brown carriage slowly stopped outside the wooden gate of the backyard of the Liyang Marquis' Mansion with the sound of rolling wheels.

　　The driver sighed, pulled the reins tight with both hands, and stopped the black horse in front.

　　He jumped to the ground quickly, and first looked to the left and right with his eyes slanted with cold light, but didn't see anything unusual, so he turned back to the carriage with a cold look.

　　He leaned forward slightly, stretched out his left arm, lifted the hanging brown curtain, and whispered, "Mr. Fu, we're here."

　　The driver lowered his eyes and kept lifting the curtain. After waiting for a while, a hand stretched out from the carriage.

　　The hand was so close to the driver's cheek that if either of them moved a little closer, they would touch the other.

　　The driver caught a glimpse of the hand as white as fine jade and seemed to smell a faint scent of orchid. He could not help but glance upwards.

　　Then you can see that the five fingers of that hand are long, the joints are shiny and distinct, the fingertips are full, the nails are neatly trimmed, the skin is white and transparent, and the blue blood vessels and purple veins underneath are clearly visible.

　　The driver took a deep breath, suppressed the urge to continue to find out what was going on, and lowered his head even more.

　　Even though this man has been oppressed by thousands of men, on the surface he is still his master, the Third Prince's man, and is not someone that someone like him can spy on.

　　The young man called Fu Gongzi, or you could call him a boy, was less than eighteen years old, with a thin figure and a handsome face. Although his face looked sickly and pale, he had a different kind of delicate beauty.

　　The driver's eyes were filled with the lavender hem of the handsome young man's clothes. Knowing that the young man had already gotten off the carriage, he quickly walked to the closed door and knocked three times. After a moment, the door opened from the inside. A man in servant's clothes opened the door, quickly glanced at the driver, and seeing that he had a badge around his waist that was unique to the staff of the royal palace, his face immediately showed respect.

　　"This is the small gift that Your Highness promised to give to the Marquis a few days ago. I ordered it to be delivered today." The coachman stepped aside two steps and raised his left arm diagonally toward the carriage, pointing at a young man standing there.

　　The servant had known about this and had even tidied up the house in advance. He looked up at the young man in purple and was instantly attracted by his gorgeous and charming face. He was stunned for a long time, and only came back to his senses from his astonishment when the coachman next to him pretended to cough.

　　"... on behalf of our Lord, we would like to thank Your Highness for his kindness." The servant spoke to the coachman at any time, but his eyes were still glued to the frail and handsome young man standing at the bottom of the gray stairs.

　　The driver knew that the job had been done, so he retreated back to the side of the vehicle. This time, he looked up directly at the boy's face whose gender was blurred, and a hint of reluctance appeared in his expression, but it quickly disappeared.

　　"Sir, please."

　　The young man's drooped eyelids slowly lifted up, his long eyelashes like feathers trembled slightly in the cold wind. He turned his head to look at the driver and smiled at him gently.