The dart master passed the message along, and Wang Jun and Wang Xiao immediately dismounted and hurried over.
"Mr. Zhao, you have motion sickness? When did it start? Why didn't you say anything?"
As soon as the carriage stopped, Chu Xun heard the commotion and hurried over as well.
He looked at Zhao Jing's expression, which was indeed a bit listless—a far cry from his high spirits on the day he had placed first in the examinations.
But after three straight days of travel, even someone like him, who had grown up serving others, felt uncomfortable. Zhao Jing had the delicate build of a scholar, so he must be extremely tired; it was only normal for his face to be a bit pale.
'But what if it really is motion sickness?'
"The carriage is stopped anyway, so why don't you get out and rest for a bit, Mr. Zhao? Perhaps a short walk to enjoy the mountain scenery will make you feel better."
Wang Jun said, "Mr. Wo is coming over. Let's have him take a look and check his pulse first."
