As soon as the little moneymaker went online, she thickened her skin and promptly agreed, only to find, as she followed Shui Yixuan towards the team that was ready to set off, behind the Shui Clan's horse carriage, there was another completely different style, all-black carriage made of basswood. Several tall men surrounded a man sitting in a wheelchair, wearing a golden mask, exuding a sense of frailty, and helped him onto the carriage along with the wheelchair.
Upon seeing this distinctive golden mask, even using her toes to think, she knew who it was. Jiang Xue snorted lightly through her nose, expressing her contempt for this person from her past life.
