My Antique Mirror Is A Portal To Another World-Chapter 604: Sneaking Out
Taking out a portion of cold noodles with shredded chicken from the black Qiankun Pouch, Bai Hanyun looked up at Feng Xiyan and asked, "Feng Xiyan, do you want some? The cold noodles with shredded chicken are very delicious."
Pointing at the horse’s reins in his left hand, he said, "I can’t eat now."
Bai Hanyun looked at the reins, then at him again. "No problem. Let me feed you."
When Feng Xiyan heard this, his brows lifted slightly in delight as he thought, ’I never expected that Yun’er would be willing to feed me in public. Does this mean she is ready to take another step further in our relationship?’
With this in mind, the corners of his lips curved up. "Mhm."
Receiving his answer, Bai Hanyun opened the plastic bowl’s lid and began stirring the noodles. When everything was coated in the spicy sauce, she picked up some noodles and shredded chicken with her chopsticks.
Turning slightly, she raised the food to Feng Xiyan’s lips and said, "Ahh~."
Looking at her clear eyes staring at him with expectation, Feng Xiyan obediently opened his mouth and ate the noodles. Although he had already eaten lunch, when the cold noodles entered his mouth, his appetite suddenly increased.
Seeing how well he was eating, Bai Hanyun swallowed her saliva. After feeding Feng Xiyan a big mouthful of noodles, she picked up some for herself.
Realizing that she was using the same chopsticks as him, Feng Xiyan felt even happier and ate more.
Realizing how much he enjoyed the food, Bai Hanyun thought in a good mood, ’I see. Turns out, he likes this kind of food. I should prepare more for him later when I go back to the modern world.’
With Bai Hanyun feeding Feng Xiyan from time to time, the two of them quickly finished the big bowl of cold noodles.
When Bai Hanyun took out a portion of Chinese tofu salad, the generals riding behind Feng Xiyan couldn’t help but swallow their saliva.
Not realizing that the food’s delicious and appetizing fragrance made the generals’ mouths water, Bai Hanyun and Feng Xiyan continued eating while chatting in a low voice.
While the two of them turned the tiring journey into something like a picnic, time passed quietly. Before they noticed, the sky had changed color, and the sun slowly sank below the western horizon.
Far away in the imperial capital of the Yu Empire, the Minister of Rites stayed awake until late at night. When everyone in his mansion had fallen asleep, he quietly put on his robe and left the residence.
Boarding the low-key looking horse carriage, the Minister of Rites ordered in a low voice, "Go to the abandoned temple on the outskirts."
"Yes, Old Master," the coachman replied as he helped the Minister of Rites onto the stepping stool.
After the curtain fell behind him, the coachman climbed onto the driver’s seat and flicked the whip lightly.
"Jia!"
As the horse moved forward, the wooden wheels slowly rolled across the ground. Without alarming anyone, the carriage drove toward the city gate.
Half an hour later, the soldiers guarding the gate stopped the carriage.
"Stop right there! Nobody is allowed to go in or out without permission! Go back now, or we will arrest you!"
Inside the carriage, the Minister of Rites took out his identity token made of a piece of mutton fat jade. Lifting the window curtain, he showed it to the soldier.
The moment the soldier saw that it was the identity token of the current Minister of Rites, he quickly clasped his fists and lowered his head.
"This subordinate greets the Minister of Rites."
"Mhm." Taking back his identity token, the Minister of Rites ordered, "Open the gate. This minister has urgent matters to attend to tonight."
When his words fell, the soldier hesitated for a few seconds before saying, "Please forgive this subordinate, but this subordinate cannot do that. Without General Fang’s permission, nobody can leave the city after curfew time."
Already expecting this answer, the Minister of Rites calmly took out a letter from his sleeve pocket. Lifting the window’s curtain again, he showed it to the soldier and explained, "This is a permission letter from General Fang."
Stepping forward, the soldier took the letter. After reading it, he returned it to the Minister of Rites and stepped back.
Turning to the others, he ordered, "Open the city gate!"
"Yes, Sir." The soldiers responded and hurriedly pulled out the huge wooden plank used to block the gate.
While the other soldiers opened the heavy gates, the soldier turned back to the horse carriage.
He clasped his fists and said, "Please forgive this subordinate for the inconvenience. Minister of Rites, you may leave now."
"Mhm." The Minister of Rites lowered the curtain and ordered, "Go."
"Yes, Old Master."
As the carriage drove out of the city, the soldier thoughtfully watched it disappear into the darkness.
Leaving the imperial capital city, the coachman drove toward the abandoned temple outside the outskirts with familiarity.
An hour later, the coachman pulled the reins. "Yu~!"
After the horse stopped, he jumped down and took out the stepping stool hanging beneath the carriage, then placed it carefully on the uneven ground.
"Old Master, we have arrived," he reported calmly.
Hearing this, the Minister of Rites lifted the door’s curtain and stepped down. When his feet touched the ground, he raised his head and looked at the abandoned temple ahead.
After a brief moment of silence, he glanced at the coachman and ordered, "You stay here."
"Yes, Old Master."
Accepting a hand-held lantern from the coachman, the Minister of Rites took a deep breath and walked toward the abandoned temple.
He walked for several minutes before stepping into the front yard. Scanning the surroundings, he saw no one.
Frowning slightly, he thought, ’Is the envoy not here yet?’
Although doubtful, the Minister of Rites braced himself and continued forward. Arriving at the main temple, he pushed open the dilapidated door, which hung precariously on its frame.
Creak...!
As the creaking sound echoed through the silent temple, the Minister of Rites stepped inside the spacious but messy hall.
