Li Zhihao, her Young Uncle, came looking for someone, but not for them. As Ye Shiqi's elder sisters, they had grown accustomed to it; their little sister had ideas too grand.
Even for business matters, their parents would consult this little sister. Others didn't know, but they, as her elder sisters, understood a lot.
They felt no jealousy, only admiration. Their own intelligence wasn't enough; they could only offer support and help protect her.
The sisters were unaware of what was happening outside, and the carriage had stopped; they had not yet sensed the danger.
After all, since their birth, they really hadn't encountered more dangerous situations.
Ye Shiqi was asleep in a daze when she was nudged awake. She opened her bleary eyes to see her fourth sister pushing her, and then her elder sisters lifted her up.
She sat up in her body, looking out the window at her Young Uncle, "Young Uncle, why have we stopped?"
