The scorching sun hung high, baking the streets and alleys of Jinan Prefecture, as dust surged wildly in the heat waves.
That day, Lin Wanqing walked swiftly, fine beads of sweat continually seeping from her smooth forehead, sliding down her cheeks, soaking the collar of her clothes. She tightly clutched a cloth bag filled with medicinal herbs, with only the thought of quickly returning to Jinhui Inn to prepare a potion for the wounded Gong Simeng. Her heart was anxious about Gong Simeng's injuries, and she also thought of Shi Feiyang, hoping that the sooner she returned, the more she could see Shi Feiyang.
Just as she reached near the inn, a sudden clamor erupted.
Lin Wanqing raised her eyes to look, and saw a group of people dressed in luxurious silks and satins surrounding a young gentleman walking over.
