"Ranran, are you feeling unwell? Shall I have them slow down?" Chu Hengyuan asked Aran, who was lying on a pile of quilts inside the carriage.
"They have already laid down five layers of quilts; how could I be uncomfortable? And you, stop telling the second and tenth brothers to drive so slowly. At this pace, we won’t make it back to the Capital in half a month. Just look—there’s no difference between this speed and someone walking on foot." Aran watched the carriage crawl along like a tortoise; an outsider would think they were out for a leisurely suburban excursion.
"Leng Hao, pick up the pace a little!" Chu Hengyuan ordered.
Chapter 160