Lu Ying took a seat: "Literal meaning."
"You—"
Shen Yinning was fuming with anger, but considering he did save her after all, she held back her temper.
Besides, she had cursed Lu Ying as a dog before; they were even in that regard.
She performed a perfunctory salute: "The hour is late, this humble wife will take her leave first."
Lu Ying showed no reaction, allowing her to go downstairs and exit.
Shen Yinning stood at the inn door, troubled as she watched the increasingly heavy snow falling from the sky.
She had come in a carriage of the Xue Family, planning to have Xue Ling and the others take her back, so she sent her own carriage back to the manor first, not expecting to fall out with Xue Ling, leaving her without a carriage to return to Lotus Flower Lane.
The snow was so heavy, the ground was already half a foot deep, and there were no carriages for hire in the night market.
There were donkey carts, but they were dirty and shabby, filled with men and women.
