The Princess of Northern Land

"No need, we just came back from outside. We’ve been busy all afternoon and haven’t even had the chance to eat dinner. We don’t want to bother you." Ma Erlang seemed reluctant to interact with Ma Zhicai and the men accompanying him.

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Ma Zhicai was annoyed and cursed Ma Erlang in his heart. He imagined that Ma Erlang must be afraid that he would steal his job, deliberately obstructing him. Thus, he became even more eager to engage with these men. "That’s perfect, I haven’t had dinner either. How about I treat you to a meal?"

Upon hearing this, an urgent look spread across Ma Erlang’s face. As the men were distracted, he kept signalling Ma Zhicai, urging him to go inside the house.

Ma Zhicai was focused on the accompanying men, ignoring him completely.

Ma Erlang was left flustered and helpless as he watched from the side.

"Go to the main house," one of the men suddenly instructed.

"That works, my own place is rather humble," Ma Zhicai tried to demonstrate his genteel demeanor. He noticed from their accents that they did not seem to be local merchants. They were all dressed splendidly, making it obvious that Ma Erlang had hitched his wagon to wealthy patrons.

"Let’s go." The men’s faces hardened at Ma Erlang’s apparent reluctance. Ma Erlang shrunk back in fear, sighed, and chose not to speak anymore.

Meanwhile, Ma Zhicai confidently strode alongside the men towards the main house.

The main house was remarkable, with lavish decorations. Ma Zhicai admired the grandeur as he walked in, envy glittering in his eyes.