Two inconspicuous yet luxurious carriages were traveling on the broad avenue heading toward the Imperial City.
One was drawn by six horses, the other by four.
At this moment, the atmosphere inside the carriage drawn by four horses was somewhat quiet.
A pretty and lively girl with peach-blossom eyes was staring wide-eyed at the raven-haired beauty seated across from her.
The woman with long black hair that reached her waist held her chin in her Jade Hands, her gaze unwaveringly fixed on the young Confucian Scholar across from her.
The young Confucian Scholar was resting with his eyes closed.
Just then, the young girl, apparently finding the silence dull, became restless.
She first glared at Su Qingdai, then happily hugged onto Zhao Rong's arm beside her.
"Rong'er brother, when you go to the palace for a meal later, what about me? Can't I go in too?"
Zhao Rong didn't open his eyes, "It's against etiquette."
He shook his head lightly.
