The carriage was dimly lit.
Shen Yinning's voice was cold and clear: "The Princely Heir of the Prince Mansion? Lu Jiazhe?"
"That's right, it's him!" Gao Yun toyed with her handkerchief, the corners of her mouth tilting upward uncontrollably. "He and I had a wonderful conversation spanning heaven and earth, even discussing some lofty ideals of life—"
Suddenly recalling that she was a married woman, she reluctantly restrained the amorous expression on her face. "Of course, my interactions with him were mainly to inquire whether the court was planning to appoint our family as imperial merchants. While our chat grew increasingly congenial, we maintained a proper distance, never crossing the boundaries of decorum between men and women. We are, more accurately, rare soulmates one might only encounter once in a lifetime."
Shen Yinning remained expressionless.
Aze had been playing kickball with those young gentlemen all day.
