The post station in Dongchuan County was a distance away from the imperial guard camp, but still outside the county town. It took the five riders about the time it takes to burn an incense stick to arrive.
The Posthouse Minister might not have expected such an important figure to visit, and when he took the special golden waist card handed over by the Golden-faced Imperial Censor, his hands couldn't help but tremble. He dared not look too much, quickly returned it, and anxiously led the group inside, arranging for others to prepare food and drink.
The post station in Dongchuan County was far better than the remote mountainous one Zhu Yu and Lu Qing had stayed at before—not only cleaner and tidier, but also more efficiently staffed. It didn't take long for them to arrange a sumptuous spread of hot dishes.
