On the road to the Prefecture, De'an kept glancing at Zhao Jing, who was sitting inside the carriage.
'It's been three days. Hasn't Jing adjusted yet?'
'Is this the difference between a married man and an unmarried one?'
He was a homebody himself, but this rare chance to be away from his parents filled him with a sense of freedom and relaxation, despite his apprehension. If he had wings, he'd be soaring through the sky and doing a few loops.
In contrast, Jing, who was usually so composed, had been absent-minded these past few days, as if he'd left his soul back at home.
On several occasions, he'd not only held his book upside down but had also come close to pouring tea up his nose.
De'an wasn't the only one who noticed this strange behavior. The other men in the carriage had seen it too.
For their journey to the Prefecture, they had splurged on a horse-drawn carriage.
Just as Wang Jun had said, if they all shared the expense, it wouldn't cost them much.
