In Taiping City, Zhao Qiao'Er and Song Meiqin got into a squabble—just some playful bickering between the two of them.
Song Meiqin was the first to stop their playful spat. "Alright, we haven't even seen a shadow of the man, so why are we already fighting over him?"
"Who knows with you?" Zhao Qiao'Er retorted, swaying her hips.
"Alright, alright. I'll go arrange for the mansion to be tidied up properly to welcome our husband home." With that, Song Meiqin went to find the old butler.
Now that Zhao Qiao'Er was pregnant, many of the mansion's affairs had been handed over to the old butler.
Meanwhile, Su Liyan, with nothing better to do, sat beside Lu Yuan, resting her head on her hand and gazing at him.
She didn't know what she was looking for; she just watched Lu Yuan, thinking he was handsome from every angle.
As the carriage wheels turned, round and round, they drew ever closer to Taiping City.
On the road home, even the air smelled sweet.
