The horse's hooves galloped quickly, kicking up a cloud of dust.
Though the pedestrians by the roadside were not struck by the horse, they still wore grim expressions after getting a mouthful of dust.
After all, it was the month of the New Year, and a few casual complaints quickly passed.
Xiuyu ordered the sedan chair bearers to lift the chair, and Mrs. Liao sat with her eyes closed in the chair, returning to the Du Mansion.
During the Shangyuan Festival, festival lanterns twinkled everywhere outside.
Du Yunluo was in Qinghui Garden. Nanny Zhao brought Jin Ling to pay respects to her.
Jin Ling was wearing a brand-new light-colored robe today, her hair styled like a married woman's, adorned with two slender silver hairpins. Compared to when she was a girl, there was a touch more maturity and charm between her brows.
Du Yunluo looked at her with wide eyes and saw that Jin Ling was smiling brightly and full of spirit. Du Yunluo was genuinely happy from the bottom of her heart.
