Lin Qiao instinctively thought that someone was trying to kill them, her heart tightened, but Song Tingfan held her hand, signaling that it was okay.
The court officials were not entirely foolish; if anything happened to him, the Emperor would be compelled to investigate thoroughly.
He then looked out the window towards the rear, where there were three or four carriages, and he couldn't make out who they were.
He pursed his lips, "Stop and let them pass first."
The coachman immediately reined in the horse.
The carriages behind quickly caught up but did not proceed ahead; instead, they stopped a bit behind them.
Something seemed amiss.
Song Tingfan frowned slightly, "I'll go down and take a look; stay here."
"Don't go check, let's wait a bit more. If they don't leave, we'll turn back."
Lin Qiao held him back, now that they were on the official road, these people probably wouldn't dare make a move here.
"It's fine."
