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Qin Feng also responded a few times; this feeling was truly wonderful, a sense of being above others. In that world, although he was doing well, others only showed general concern and greetings, without such humble inquiries. This feeling was really good. Qin Fu knew he had to go out; it felt strange, as if he had become a different person after a serious illness.
He quickly called over a male Servant who was sweeping the floor, saying, "Hurry and notify the coachman Guan Ping to bring the carriage to the front gate! The master has business to attend to, so tell him to hurry up and not dawdle."
The Servant, upon hearing this, quickly handed his broom to someone nearby and suddenly ran off like a rabbit. Following behind the master, the Servants and maids were also very polite, continuously asking the butler Afu.
This butler Afu was a good person; perhaps he came from a poor background and was kinder to these subordinates. Other families' butlers often liked to withhold wages from Servants or only spent part of the money meant for new clothes on some old garments. The remaining money would go into their own pockets since they managed all household affairs.
While those butlers had bulging wallets, the Servants were left in distress; they already had little pay and were further deprived. But butler Qin Fu was not like that; he would not shortchange anyone on their wages and ensured they received proper clothing.
As a result, these Servants and maids really liked this butler; it was a genuine respect stemming from a leader's kindness towards subordinates. However, a newly arrived coachman Guan Ping, who was tall and strong, did not like butler Afu, always listening to him with indifference.
Having only been at the Qin Residence for a month, he still received his wages on time. When he collected his pay, a long-lost smile appeared on his cold face.
The two hurried outside; the Qin Residence was quite large, with dozens of rooms and areas for receiving guests in the back garden. Qin Feng was truly starving; after fainting for three days without dying from illness, he was close to starving to death.
They might have fed him some porridge earlier to help him endure this long period; however, that wouldn't do—he was now a High Official and needed to eat heartily.
Along the way, he saw several guards! Each one was tall and held long staffs or swords; these guards surely knew how to fight. Upon reaching the main gate, there were indeed several guards standing there with long swords at their sides, looking serious as they watched the people coming and going outside.
When they noticed Lord Qin approaching, they couldn't help but bow slightly, their serious faces revealing a hint of smiles as they said, "Good day, my lord."
He responded twice; this treatment was quite nice. Although he hadn’t crossed over as royalty or nobility, he still had his own bodyguards now.
Suddenly, a tall man drove up in a carriage. Even sitting at the front of the carriage, his height was imposing—at least 1.8 meters tall. His arms were strong and muscular; he wore only two thin robes made of coarse fabric in grayish-brown that accentuated his robust arms.
His face was square-shaped with an elongated head; his skin was blackish-yellow with most being yellow but tinged with black in places. His hair was tied back with a gray rope—a rather ordinary appearance.
Men's hair during the Song Dynasty tended to be longer than today's casual styles. The large carriage stopped at the entrance as the man slowly turned his face around.
His expression was grim, resembling someone who had done much hard labor; his blackish-yellow complexion made him appear even more resolute and strong. His face bore an air of indifference mixed with a hint of menace; his large black eyes also exuded an aura of intimidation.
Qin Feng couldn't help but be startled—was this guy here to kill him? With such heavy killing intent, could it be that he wanted to take his life?
The Black Stallion beneath him looked powerful with thick limbs and shiny black fur—this horse wasn’t meant for pulling carts but resembled one used in battle.
Even though this Black Horse was harnessed with long reins for pulling the carriage, it still appeared relaxed as it breathed gently.
Could it be that as a high-ranking official of the court, he had offended someone in power who sent an assassin to eliminate him?
He shouted, "Come here!"
Before he could finish speaking, the tall man with an air of menace spoke up: "My lord, I have brought the carriage here. I heard you have urgent business—please get on quickly!"
"My coachman Guan Ping is highly skilled; he will ensure you arrive on time without too much bumpiness along the way!"
A hint of smile appeared on his blackish-yellow face that made him look somewhat fierce—it seemed out of place.
Qin Feng, looking panicked, initially planned to run away and let the guards block him but unexpectedly realized this man was actually his coachman!
Qin Fu also noticed the master's panic; perhaps he had forgotten about Guan Ping, mistaking him for an assassin.
It was all because this guy looked too intimidating and always wore a cold expression that made people uncomfortable—he himself didn’t like this fellow either!
He said: "My lord, Guan Ping has already brought the carriage over; let’s hurry up! Aren't you hungry? We can go eat at Wenxiang Tower! You always enjoy going there."
Guan Ping also wore a smile that made his rough face seem even more rugged—his smile looked worse than when he wasn’t smiling.
It turned out this guy wasn’t an assassin but really his coachman! How could he have hired such an intimidating coachman? He looked far too fierce—like someone who could be a killer.
Still feeling some unease about him—a different kind of feeling—this person definitely wasn’t an ordinary coachman; he must have blood on his hands which explained his menacing aura.
In these turbulent times, perhaps he had accidentally injured someone before becoming a coachman. Seeing how respectful he was made it clear that he regarded himself as the master despite merely being a coachman.
Qin Feng slowly walked toward the steps leading to the carriage, sensing that both this man and horse were exceptionally strong.
He placed one foot on the wooden board above and then lifted the other foot up before sitting in the carriage as they headed toward Wenxiang Tower.
Of course, Qin Fu followed suit since he was the master’s butler and naturally accompanied him while sitting beside him.
Although he served as Lord Qin's butler and had always been treated well by him, there wasn't much difference between them—it was just a title after all.
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