"We're almost at Beijing!"
On the official road, a convoy of carriages and horses was swiftly heading towards Beijing.
Inside the carriage, Ye Yueying carefully held a bowl of medicine, feeding it to Madam Weng.
First, her granddaughter's promised marriage was stolen away, then her son and daughter-in-law planned to send her granddaughter to Juechen Monastery. In anger, Madam Weng fell ill twice. Her health had not fully recovered, and now having to travel in the bitter winter was only making her condition worse.
During the journey, she had been taking herbal medicines constantly.
After drinking the medicine, Madam Weng lifted the curtain of the carriage and gazed outside. "Finally, we're almost there."
Ye Yueying also looked out, her eyes fixed on the distant, increasingly clear and towering city walls, her heartbeat inexplicably quickening.
