63 Reviewing the Notices (1/2)

As the carriage is slowly pulling away from the brothel, Wang Bo feels a deep chill wrapping around his spine like a snake. He could not shake off the feeling that something was bound to happen.

His hands were becoming like ice. Although he had already gotten into the carriage and was exposed to the cold no longer.

Why did he feel this way?

”Have we arrived yet?” He asked impatiently.

[You just got on the carriage, and I'm outside driving the carriage, I'm colder than you are!]

His coachman wanted to say but did not dare to say so directly, instead, he replied politely: ”Not yet Lord magistrate!”

”Pick up the pace!” An impatient voice ordered.

The coachman did nothing but agitated the horses a little to give forth an illusion of an increase in speed.

Satisfied, Wang Bo abruptly turned to his assistant who was sitting as calm and collected as possible. The man was dressed in plain dark blue, with his hair tied into the style of a scholar with a piece of cloth covering the bun and tied up. He seemed to be around the same age as Wang Bo, but there were no traces of Wang Bo's debauchery, it seemed that he was an honest and respectable man who worked for a corrupt official.

”When we arrive back to the magistrate's Court I want to read all the notices that were sent from the imperial capital within this past year.”

”Yes.” The man said.

Wang Bo nodded and sat back down, spending the entire journey of the trip trembling with his thick cloak on. His assistant, Tao XuHan looked at him with a condescending gaze as though a grown man could not handle the cold even after being in the north for years.

Yet, he kept everything to himself, as he listened to the sounds of the wheels of the carriage rubbing about with the pavement below. It was quite easy to pick up the sounds, as when night fell, most of the citizens would be in their homes after a long day of work.

When the carriage came to a slow stop, Wang Bo hurriedly got off the carriage, he quickened the pace into the magistrate's court, where he was treated by many servants that were tending to the many braziers in the court that was to be kept going at all times.

This was especially because Wang Bo was prone to getting chills.

But all view this as a waste of resources, as good wood in the north was hard to come by, considering that it was scarce and the weather of ice always caused the wood to have some moisture.

Though using coal was slightly better, it caused a smell that was poisonous and unbearable to fill up in the rooms, so Wang Bo objected to that.

Once inside, Wang Bo headed straight to his study room, bringing along with him the cloak that he had been wearing in the carriage. Leaving the servant who was ready to fetch it baffled.