Several carriages rolled in slowly.
A beautiful, buxom young widow and a woman in tight-fitting cyan clothes sat in one of the carriages.
If Fang Yue were here, he would have immediately recognized them. One was the village's Widow Yu, and the other was her niece, Wen Lan.
The youngest girl was Widow Yu's daughter, Nu.
"Mother, where are we going?" Nu asked, looking at the young widow beside her in the carriage, her voice full of confusion.
"To Grandpa's house," Widow Yu answered with a gentle smile.
"Oh." Nu nodded and fell silent. Her spirits seemed low as she gazed out the window, lost in thought.
"Hey, Mother," Nu suddenly lifted her head, blinking as she looked at Widow Yu and mumbled, "do you think I'll ever see Yue again? When will I grow up? I want to marry Yue."
Hearing this, the smile on Widow Yu's face vanished instantly, replaced by a look of disbelief.
But before she could speak, the young woman beside her said curtly:
