The ox cart bumped slowly along the road, jolting occasionally as it passed over the stones scattered everywhere.
A gentle breeze blew by, and Zhao Yan felt remarkably well. He didn't have to carry a heavy basket, and he could enjoy the scenery along the way—it was quite pleasant. The only thing that made him uncomfortable was the presence of Zhao Yuan, but fortunately, he was easygoing enough to let it go.
Compared to Zhao Yan’s ease, Zhao Yuan was far from comfortable. He had twisted his waist. Because he drank alcohol year-round and lacked exercise, Zhao Yuan only looked sturdy; in reality, he was just soft and bloated, prone to frequent headaches and fevers. He had never taken these things to heart, believing his health was excellent—how could someone who ate and drank so heartily be anything but robust?
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