The carriage came to an abrupt stop.
"Second Miss, what is it?"
Ye Chutang lifted the curtain again and peered outside, her eyes fixed.
Those men were walking in a hurry.
Perhaps because they were rushing, a hand drooped out from inside the straw mat.
Ye Chutang's pupils contracted!
It was indeed a woman's hand, but the fingers were coarse, and there were two chilblains on the back of it.
'This is absolutely not the hand of a pampered princess!'
One of the men cursed under his breath, "Hurry up! What are you doing?! If we're delayed, you'll all be sorry when we get back!"
The others quickly wrapped the straw mat tighter, but they couldn't help but complain in low voices.
"...We're so unlucky! To be sent to do a job like this! What a bad omen!"
"Exactly! It would be one thing if this was some commoner, but it had to be a Princ— When she was alive, we never benefited from her, and now that she's dead, she's still causing us trouble!"
