On the way to the Yang Family village, a carriage sped past, and the coachman spoke to the person inside, "Young master, the road ahead leads to the Yang Family village."
A clear voice came from inside, "Right, let's hurry on."
"Yes, young master." The coachman whipped the horses, and the carriage continued on its way.
But before long, the carriage was forced to halt, and a voice from inside again asked, "What has happened, have we arrived?"
"Young master, we have not yet arrived. There's a large tree blocking the middle of the road."
The person inside calmly gave an order without looking outside, "Find a way around it."
"As you say, young master." The coachman steered the carriage to the side to circumvent the fallen tree.
As the carriage went on, the person inside faintly heard the laughter of a group of men not far away, interspersed with the cries of a woman begging for help.
