Ziwei stood on the bustling street, her face filled with an overwhelming sorrow. Passersby couldn't help but glance at her intently.
Despite her simple attire, dressed in plain white clothes and without any makeup, her arched eyebrows and bright eyes were still striking.
Her flawless skin and slightly melancholic eyes revealed her nobility and extraordinary temperament.
Furthermore, Jin Suo, who followed closely behind her, was also bright-eyed and beautiful. This pretty mistress and servant pair stood out even amidst the bustling crowd.
They finally saw this hidden sedan chair, which seemed much weaker than the official sedan chair, but it was inlaid with gold.
Moreover, his unbridled behavior on the official road immediately revealed Jiang Yun's identity.
Ziwei's expression brightened, and she tensed up. She hurriedly called out to Jinsuo, "Jinsuo! I have to seize this opportunity! I'll go out and stop the sedan chair. You wait for me here!"
As Ziwei spoke, she dashed out from the crowd, and Jin Suo hurriedly followed, saying, "Miss, I'll go with you!"
Ignoring the soldiers, Ziwei and Jinsuo rushed to the middle of the road, cutting off their advance and blocking the sedan chair. They both knelt down, with Ziwei holding up the long bundle in her hand.
"My lord! I have something important to report. Please alight from your sedan chair and arrange a time for me, Ziwei... My lord... My lord..."
The sedan chair was obstructed and forced to stop. The eunuchs immediately swarmed forward menacingly, shouting, "Who are you? How dare you stop the lord's sedan chair?"
"Little Table, let them come over here!"
But inside Jiang Yun's sedan chair was a completely different world; besides Xia Yuhe, Bao'er was also inside.
Because Bao'er hadn't tried this in a long time and missed Jiang Yun's game, she played rock-paper-scissors.
In the end, Bao'er won against everyone and entered Jiang Yun's sedan chair, but there was still an empty space inside the sedan chair, almost the size of a house.
However, Ziwei was hesitant to enter because the sedan chair looked too small, and men and women should not be too close.
However, Ziwei felt a strange sense of familiarity with this voice, which was understandable, since it was Xia Yuhe's voice.
"Yes, Master!" The small table instantly moved aside, and under this mysterious atmosphere, Ziwei and Jinsuo got into Jiang Yun's sedan chair together.
But as they entered the Purple Golden Lock, they suddenly exclaimed in surprise at how vast the interior was.
However, when Ziwei looked at Jiang Yun, she felt a mysterious feeling that made her unconsciously want to get closer to him.
Ziwei felt the same way about Jiang Yun as she did about her mother, but her mother was already dead. Before she knew it, Ziwei was lying in Jiang Yun's arms.
And this feeling of familiarity was natural, because Xia Yuhe had been by Jiang Yun's side all day, enjoying his company.
"Whose daughter are you, daring to block my sedan chair?" Jiang Yun asked Ziwei, feigning ignorance, while his hand was already on Ziwei's chest.
"My surname is Xia, and my given name is Ziwei. I have something I would like to trouble you with, sir," Ziwei said, kneeling in front of Jiang Yun.