The coachman hurriedly went back to his residence.
However, the commoners refused to leave and continued to surround them.
They were afraid that the girl would run away.
After all, everyone had suffered heavy losses.
They had to compensate!
Jing Rong's gaze peeked out from the crowd and looked in Ji Yunshu's direction.
He was slightly worried.
He told Bai Yin, "You go find Yunshu first, lest she gets worried."
Bai Yin was also worried.
After all, Ji Yunshu was there alone.
She hurried over.
At this time, Ji Yunshu was still waiting in front of a shop.
When Bai Yin came over, she explained the situation to her.
She didn't say anything.
She silently waited for Jing Rong to finish his business.
Among the crowd.
Zhao 'er's shy gaze was fixed on Jing Rong.
It was as if she was dipped in glue.
She couldn't move away!
Jing Rong didn't seem to notice. He patted the back of the horse that had calmed down and said to her, "Miss, you can go to the carriage first."
Zhao 'er shook her head.
She refused to go up.
Instead, she asked him, "Aren't you from Gaoding?"
Jing Rong grunted in acknowledgment.
"Then, where did you come from?"
"Yiwu."
"Yiwu? What kind of place is that? I think … I've never heard of it before. Is it good there? Is there a snowy mountain? Is there a grassland? Is there a river? "Zhao 'er blinked and asked curiously.
'How naive!'
Jing Rong couldn't help but soften his tone. "If you think there is, then there is."
"I think there is. There must be!" Zhao 'er firmly said.
She had a pure smile on her face.
Her eyes were very beautiful.
There wasn't the slightest bit of impurity.
Her whole person was like a piece of white paper.
Clean and neat.
Jing Rong didn't speak to her anymore.
She kept looking at him.
She couldn't take her eyes off him.
Soon, the coachman returned with a maidservant.
The maidservant, Zhu Xin, hurried to check if Zhao 'er was injured.
She was extremely worried.
The coachman paid everyone the money.
He also apologized to them one by one.
Everyone took the money and left.
"Young miss, we should go back." The maid said.
Zhao 'er looked at Jing Rong with reluctance in her eyes. "If we meet again, can you tell me about what happened in Yiwu?"
With pleading and expectation.
Jing Rong casually replied, "Alright."
"It's a deal then!"
Zhao 'er was delighted and got into the carriage.
Leave.
Soon after, Jing Rong met up with Ji Yunshu and Bai Yin.
The three of them did not take this incident to heart.
Instead, he continued to look for Cha He.
…
Inside the carriage.
Zhao 'er tugged at his clothes with both hands, lowering his head and smiling softly.
She imagined the next time they met, the man would tell her about Yiwu.
When the maid saw her, she asked, "Miss? What are you laughing at? "
She raised her head and suddenly asked seriously, "Zhuxin, do you know … what is love?"
"Love?" Zhu Xin stared blankly for a moment, then thought for a moment and said, "Love roughly means that two people like each other, then become husband and wife, and grow old together."
She shook her head.
Something was wrong!
"Isn't it?"
She shook her head again.
"Then what is love?" Zhu Xin asked.
She smiled but didn't say anything. She only said, "Not everyone can understand that feeling."
Zhu Xin asked, "Miss, what's wrong with you?"
Dumbfounded!
Zhao 'er reached out to open the curtains and looked outside, smiling against the cold wind.
She looked like a child who had received candy.
Not long after …
The carriage stopped in front of a mansion.
A plaque was hung high above the big red door of the mansion.
The words' Duke's Mansion 'were engraved on it.
Everyone in Gaoding City knew that Prince Cheng of Marquis Pingyang had provoked the eldest daughter of the Duke, resulting in a feud between the two families. Later, the King of Huyi intervened and arranged a good marriage for the eldest daughter of the Duke. Only then did the matter drop.
However, the two mansions were still in a state of hostility.
This was because of the third prince of Marquis Pingyang's army.
The second prince of the Duke's army.
In the imperial court, they had their own forces.
Since the crown prince had yet to be appointed, it was a crucial period. Thus, the Duke ordered that no one in the mansion should cause trouble outside.
As a result, Zhao 'er did not dare to call herself the daughter of the Duke when she caused trouble outside.
The carriage stopped. Zhao 'er lifted her dress and hurried into the mansion.
Her petite figure was like a fairy.
Zhu Xin chased after her. "Second Miss, slow down."
Zhao 'er jogged all the way to a remote and dilapidated courtyard in the mansion.
The moment she entered, she was greeted by a wave of damp air.
The courtyard was full of leaves.
The objects were also very shabby.
It was clear that the person living here was not of high status.
Zhao 'er ran into the house and went into the inner room.
Inside, a pale-faced woman leaned against the bed, embroidering.
The room was a little dark.
Apart from an exquisite screen, there was nothing else that could be used in the lobby.
It was very old.
But it was clean and tidy, making people feel very comfortable.
"Mother," Zhao 'er called.
Hearing this, the woman raised her head, and Zhao 'er's figure was already beside her legs.
"Zhao 'er?" The woman looked at her with a loving expression, then said worriedly, "Let me see, did you lose weight?"
"I didn't lose weight."
"This month, I've been thinking about you every day."
"I've been praying for you in the temple for a month. Bodhisattva will definitely hear me. I hope that you will get better soon." Zhao 'er held her mother's hand.
Tears welled up in her eyes.
The woman sighed, but her lips curved into a smile. She touched her daughter's face and said, "Silly girl, your mother's illness is old. It doesn't matter if I get better or not."
"You will definitely get better!"
"Good, good, good. Mother promises you that you will get better soon." “
Zhao 'er's face revealed a smile.
She noticed her mother's half-finished handkerchief. She picked it up and looked at it, then asked, "Is this for Zhao 'er?"
The handkerchief was embroidered with a bamboo.
The woman said, "Haven't you always wanted me to embroider a handkerchief for you? Since your body has gotten better recently, I'll embroider one for you. This is the only thing I can give you. "
Her tone was filled with helplessness and apology.
Zhao 'er said, "Zhao' er doesn't ask for anything else. I don't ask for glory or wealth. I just want you to stay with me. That's enough."
She threw herself into her mother's arms.
Hugging tightly.
Enjoying the warmth.
The woman quietly shed tears.
She wiped it away.
After a while —
"Mother," Zhao 'er called out.
"Yes, what is it?"
She sat up straight, opened her clear eyes, and asked, "I still remember that you once told me that if one day I meet someone … who can make me feel like a butterfly, then that would be love, right?"
The woman paused for a moment, then reached out to touch her head. "So my good Zhao 'er, have you already met that person?"
Zhao 'er nodded with certainty.
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