A snow-white, winged horse pulled a lavishly decorated carriage, slowly descending from the clouds toward the ground.
The carriage curtains swayed slightly, revealing the faint outline of a graceful figure lounging inside.
Shang Miaoyan was dressed in a bright red silk gown that outlined her exquisite curves. Her slender, jade-like fingers were idly toying with a lock of dark hair by her ear.
Fan Ya lowered her gaze to the carriage interior, her fingertips unconsciously twisting the fabric of her sleeves.
She bit her lower lip, hesitating for a long moment before speaking softly, "Holy Daughter, please forgive me for speaking bluntly."
"That's enough."
A lazy chuckle came from behind the curtains. Shang Miaoyan casually shifted her position, and silver rings on her fair ankles chimed.
"With a personality as cautious as yours, Fan Ya, how could you possibly have the courage to speak bluntly?"
