Near the tea stand, there were about a dozen people sitting, watching, seemingly just passing travelers, but their clothes were all grayish and dull.
Yun Ran, dressed in luxurious attire, stood out conspicuously in comparison.
Especially since Yun Ran had a golden mask on her face; anyone with eyes could see she was a Noble.
The Coachman sensibly found a table that no one had occupied and promptly wiped down both the table and the long bench.
Then he took out a cotton cushion and placed it on the long bench.
"Young Master, please have a seat~"
This series of actions made those watching around more reserved, leaving them with no mood to boast or chat with companions.
The owner of the tea stand, with trembling steps, walked over, his body hunched ridiculously.
Thinking he had lived for decades and never seen such a wealthy lady, a mere piece of her fabric felt like it could feed them for years.
