Chapter 1852: Chapter 1832: Lin Yan Story Part 16_1 Chapter 1852: Chapter 1832: Lin Yan Story Part 16_1 The Head Escort puffed out his chest with pride, rubbing his chin smugly.

“Where shall we sit?”

Ye Zilin suppressed the anger boiling inside him, looking away to avoid the disgusting sight of the man’s face.

“The carriage in the middle of the caravan.”

The Head Escort pointed to a carriage, feigning concern but filled with pretense: “The one with the tarpaulin on top, it will shelter you from the rain and snow. You three siblings can hide under it, so you won’t be exposed to the cold and get sick.”

“Thanks.”

Ye Zimo revealed a wide grin, showing a row of neat teeth.

“Hurry and take a seat, the caravan is about to leave.”

The Head Escort, having pocketed 250 copper coins in ill-gotten gains, was in high spirits. He hummed a little tune as he mounted his horse.

“Big brother, let’s go.”

Ye Zimo pretended not to care and tugged at Ye Zilin’s sleeve. As the Head Escort turned around, Ye Zimo’s fingertip flicked out a small pinch of colorless, odorless powder.

The powder drifted into the Head Escort’s nose with the wind, unnoticed. He snapped his whip and commanded the caravan to move forward.

Ye Zilin, with his acute senses, noticed his brother’s subtle movement.

Ye Zimo turned his head back, pretending to be innocent, and blinked his eyes while wearing a pure and innocent smile on his face.

Ye Zilin couldn’t help but chuckle.

This kid was the best at playing the part. Provoking the Head Escort meant he was in for some trouble.

*
The caravan set off, with over a dozen carriages moving in a line. The armed escorts, responsible for guarding the caravan, shouted commands as they walked on either side of the procession.

Ye Zilin waited for the two middle carriages to approach before swiftly jumping onto one, cradling his sister in his arms.

Ye Zimo didn’t get on the carriage, instead unloading his bag and tossing it onto the transport. He walked alongside the cart, casting a teasing gaze at the Head Escort’s retreating figure with a smirk.

The carriage they were riding in was responsible for carrying food supplies. After receiving Ye Zilin’s bribe, the Head Escort had his men stack the grain higher to make room for the three siblings to sit.

They draped a tarpaulin over the sacks of grain to protect them from the rain.

The weather was fine, and the warm sun shone on their bodies. Ye Zilin rolled up half of the tarpaulin on their carriage, so he and his sister could enjoy the sunlight while he held her in his arms.

“Creak, creak.”

The caravan moved slowly forward, passing through the town and heading to the checkpoint.

Ankang Town was a necessary stop for traders heading to the Western Region, a bustling hub for travelers and merchants.

The armed escorts and guards of various caravans were all dressed differently. The escorts’ competitive cries became especially loud as they passed each other, trying to outdo one another.

Fuwei Escort Agency was well-known in the town and had a good relationship with the soldiers who manned the checkpoint.

The Head Escort showed the checkpoint pass letter, and without even looking, the soldier waved them through.

The Head Escort mounted his horse again, snapping the whip, humming a tune, and leading the caravan out of the checkpoint.

The horses pulled the carts forward, one after another, passing through the checkpoint and entering the vast grassland.

Ye Zilin quietly exhaled in relief, sitting in the carriage, looking back at the checkpoint with a complex and indiscernible emotion in his eyes.

There was no set date for their return.

The day they would come back to the Shiling Kingdom would be the day the three siblings avenged their parents.

*
“Creak, creak.”

Not long after the caravan entered the grassland, the Head Escort’s face suddenly changed, and his stomach started rumbling loudly.

He uncomfortably jostled on his horse for a few moments before galloping off into the depths of the grassland.

“Heh heh.”

Ye Zimo chuckled, lightly tapping his feet on the sacks of grain a few times, jumping to the top of the piles that were as tall as a grown man. He stood on his tiptoes and peered in the direction the Head Escort rode away, his eyes filled with amusement.