Wei Yuanniang lay on the carriage floor, feeling the slight sway of the wagon.
Her thin, small body rested on a thick stack of soft bedding, which still held the scent of sunlight.
The pain in her head was not as unbearable as before, and although the wounds on her face still burned, the pain had lessened a great deal compared to the heart-wrenching torment of yesterday.
She seemed to have escaped back from the brink of the Ghost Gate.
Although the familiar shouting of the soldiers and the weeping of relatives were still in her ears, she no longer had to walk the hard road or endure Nanny Zhao's disdain.
Even though Nanny Zhao hid it well, Wei Yuanniang always sensed that this aged nanny, who was so favored by her mother, did not truly like her despite the respect and affection she showed on the surface.
In truth, even her own mother, the Matriarch of the Marquis Mansion, didn't seem to love her from the bottom of her heart.
