The carriage came to a steady stop at the door.
Yao Ru descended the steps.
She didn't even glance at Ying Fuyan.
In fact, since Ying Fuyan appeared, she hadn't once been distracted by him.
But for some unknown reason, as she passed by Ying Fuyan, she, who had always been composed, suddenly stepped on her skirt and stumbled forward.
The servant woman gasped, "Mistress."
Ying Fuyan's gaze tightened, and he instinctively reached out a hand.
But Yao Ru had already regained her balance.
She looked at Ying Fuyan with an indifferent glint.
Ying Fuyan slowly withdrew his hand that had touched a corner of her attire. "The path is uneven, madam, do be careful."
Although it was clearly her own fault, this advisor amusingly blamed the road.
Yao Ru had encountered Ying Zhi's advisors before; they were exceptionally articulate.
Yao Ru wouldn't speak with an outsider. She nodded slightly and prepared to board the carriage.
