Chapter 282: Transcendent Qing (19)
But Seol Iri wasn’t a coachman.
Just because she could handle a carriage didn’t make her one—being a coachman meant knowing the roads, and she didn’t.
In the end, all she could do was follow the main path straight ahead.
And given the downpour hammering from the sky, it was the kind of situation where one wrong turn could lead to disaster.
Thankfully, getting lost in the middle of Hanan Province wasn’t easy.
So they simply followed the road, and whenever they hit a fork, stuck to the wider path. That’s how they ended up at a small village called Bubukchon.
It was a shabby little place with just one lonely inn, but that was better than nothing.
At least it wasn’t some remote, fortified farming commune off the main route. That alone was a blessing.
So they booked a room, wiped down their bodies with warm towels (since actual hot baths were a luxury you only found in cities), and—because the town didn’t even have a proper cloth shop—Qing bribed a waitress to fetch some dry clothes to change into.
After a meal that barely qualified as food, she collapsed onto a bed that was stiff, musty, and just soft enough not to trigger a breakdown.
The fatigue hit her like a brick wall.
If not for the discomfort and the damp smell, she would’ve blacked out the moment she laid down.