Zhulan signaled for the carriage to pull over, and when it stopped, she opened the carriage window to see Zhuo Ya standing below it.
Zhuo Ya was dressed in plain clothing, her hair tied with a single jade hairpin, lacking any of her former vitality. Zhulan sighed internally at the sight. Zhuo Ya had enjoyed the wealth of the Duke Residence, but in the end, her marriage was ruined for the Duke Residence, making remarriage difficult for her in the future.
In the past, causing such a fuss over a dowry and even suing the groom was unthinkable, as reputation was everything. Zhuo Ya's separation wouldn't be easily forgotten.
Zhuo Ya bowed respectfully, "I greet you, madam."
Zhulan knew that Zhuo Ya's days in the Duke Residence were tough; rumors could destroy a person, and women of no value to their family could be abandoned. Clearly, Zhuo Ya had lost her usefulness, "You've been waiting for me at the city gate?"
Zhuo Ya admitted openly, "Yes."
