Zhao Jing and Chen Wanqing fell silent for a moment before they realized Mrs. Zhao had misunderstood. They exchanged a glance, but neither bothered to explain, and simply walked out the door.
They went to the clinic to see a doctor, paid a handsome sum to have him prepare medicine with well-aged herbs, and then strolled around the streets for a while before heading back.
On their way, they saw horse-drawn carriages passing by every now and then.
