The wheels rolled on, and the noise outside was faint.
After Yu Tingwan got into the carriage, she hadn't said much. There were few pedestrians on the street, with only the occasional carefree laughter of children.
She gently lifted a corner of the curtain to look outside. She saw a child's father cover the child's mouth in panic, looking around anxiously.
"How many times have I told you, you can't laugh outside these days. If the constables of the Capital Mansion see you, they'll charge you with disrespecting the Eastern Palace, and that's trouble."
But the child was not afraid at all.
He was still young, knowing little about reasoning and unaware of the insignificance of the common people in front of the powerful.
"Isn't Daddy still here!"
"Can't Daddy protect me? Daddy buys me pinwheels, buys me sweet cakes, and lets me ride high; Daddy is the greatest in the world!"
The child's words seemed to merge with dialogues remembered from the past.
