Magistrate Duan had already used his connections to arrange things at all the post stations, so Jiang Ling's journey had been relatively smooth.

But the remaining three members of the Jiang family suffered at their maternal grandparents' house.

Especially Ma, who rarely rode in a horse-drawn carriage or even an oxcart, almost vomited up her bile along the way.

"Stop...stop...I...vomit..." Ma's face was pale, and before she could finish speaking, she started vomiting again.

Jiang Ling rolled her eyes helplessly, bought motion sickness medicine from the mall, mixed it with water, and handed it to Ma Shi, saying, "Drinking some water will make you feel better. We can't stop moving, or we might not make it to Shengjing by the beginning of the month!"

Just as Madam Ma was about to say something, Old Madam Jiang shot her a sharp glare. Madam Ma wisely shut her mouth, her brows furrowed and her eyes tightly closed as she leaned against the carriage.

As darkness fell, Jiang Ling and the others arrived at the post station.

After thinking for a while, Jiang Ling finally booked two rooms: one for herself and Granny Mei, and one for Jiang Shan.

"Manager, give me two top-tier rooms..."

Before the innkeeper could speak, Old Madam Jiang immediately jumped out and said, "Oh dear, don't spend so much money! Why sleep in the Emperor's Room? A dormitory room will do. I think the Emperor's Room costs three taels of silver a night!"

Jiang Ling rolled her eyes helplessly when she heard what Grandma Jiang said.

"There are no rooms for you two. Grandma Mei and I will share one room, and Jiang Shan and Nianci will share another!"

Jiang Ling's words immediately displeased Madam Ma, who muttered under her breath, "Hmph, why do the servants have to live so well!"

But soon Ms. Ma felt a tingling sensation on her scalp and a chill down her spine.