After a day of emotional upheaval, Jiang Yingying had let out her frustrations before she laid down, feeling utterly drained.
The carriage swayed gently as she lay bonelessly, her head resting on two thick pillows, just about to drift off to sleep, when a voice interrupted.
Xiaozi lifted the carriage curtain for a peek and said, "It's Young Master Ouyang. Should we stop?"
"No stopping!" Jiang Yingying impatiently turned her head to the side. "Just pretend you didn't hear and tell the coachman to speed up!"
Xiaozi...
If this had been the past, her well-mannered lady would never have behaved this way.
But since Jiang Yingying had given her orders, Xiaozi conveyed the message to the coachman.
The coachman acknowledged it and instead of slowing down, increased the speed.
"Sister Jiang, it's me, Ouyang Chengze! Sister Jiang, wait for me!"
Yet instead of falling behind, the voice seemed to be getting closer.
