As the voice faded, two women who looked like maids, dressed in green skirts, disembarked from the magnificent canopied carriage, one after the other.
Oil paper umbrellas were opened.
Next, a tall man in black brocade robes lifted the carriage curtain and jumped down.
His face was pale, and with sword-like brows and star-like eyes, he could be considered handsome.
But a pair of long, narrow phoenix eyes gave him a sinister, effeminate air.
Especially under the overcast sky, his entire presence seemed somewhat gloomy.
He stood beside the maids and urged the person still in the carriage, "Third Sister."
"Coming."
Amidst a slightly chilly voice, a woman in a long dress, her face covered by a veil that revealed only a pair of peach-blossom eyes, stepped out of the carriage.
Her glossy black hair was adorned with a phoenix hairpin and pearls. Two neat strands of hair fell beside her ears, making her look even more stern and cold.
