About half an hour later, everything was ready.
Two carriages departed from the Fang Mansion. One carried Fang Zheng's family of four, while the other was packed to the brim with all sorts of gifts.
The coachman flicked his whip. The horses' hooves clip-clopped crisply on the frost-kissed stone slabs as they headed toward his maternal grandfather's home, which was also in the eastern part of the city.
The carriage passed through several streets and alleys, gradually entering a more secluded area.
The residents here were wealthy merchants and shopkeepers who, like his grandfather's family, had some assets but were far from being established clans.
However, when the carriage turned into the alley, the scene before him made Fang Han raise an eyebrow slightly.
More than ten lavishly decorated carriages were parked at the alley's entrance—far too opulent for such a remote area.
