The mountain path stretched on and on; from afar, a procession of carriages and horses emerged from the trees, the wheels crushing the roadside weeds, the hoofbeats resonating.
Sitting in the carriage was surely a wealthy young lady.
The floral silk curtain was lifted from inside to outside,
"Miss, come up and sit." Little Chan popped her head out and called.
"I'd rather walk, it's good to exercise."
Dong Gong Ruoshu hopped along every few steps, her strides large, her whole body dressed in red with a fox fur overcoat, just seeing her felt warm; she was like a Year Beast in winter.
Little Chan saw she wouldn't come up and could only shake her head and sigh. Having her master walk below while riding in the carriage herself was quite the peculiar situation. Normally, someone of her stature would share the lavish ride, but this would cause people to question her authority and the lack of family discipline.
