The journey from the East Market to the West Market was a considerable distance.
Inside the wide-eaved carriage, Liang Wan leaned against the window. Though only a few days had passed, the street markets already looked completely different.
It felt as though she had been in the mountains for seven days, only to find a thousand years had passed in the world.
In her reverie, memories of the past rose and fell like the carriage curtains, stirred by the autumn wind.
Suddenly, her waist tightened as an arm wrapped around it, pulling her over.
Liang Wan didn't need to look back to know that Lu Xiu was finished with his work.
Although Lu Xiu was the Grand Commandant, a rank equivalent to an Upper Duke, the Daqi dynasty was not like the one before it. Such lofty positions were mostly honorary titles, granted by the Emperor to reward favored subjects or to elevate the Imperial Family's prestige.
