At this moment, Mu Xian's voice rang from outside the carriage: "Second Young Master."
Yu Wenye said, "What is it?"
"I have something to report."
"Oh?"
Yu Wenye's gaze flickered for a moment. He gently lowered Shang Ruyi and then got off the carriage.
Although she still felt weak, being wrapped up like a dumpling in a wind cloak for almost a day made Shang Ruyi's hands and feet stiff. Taking this opportunity, she slightly moved her limbs and finally didn't feel as limp. As she leaned against the window, she immediately felt a gust of wind carrying moisture blow in through the gap in the curtain.
The wind also carried Mu Xian's low voice: "He refuses to disembark."
Shang Ruyi's heart was stirred—who are they talking about?
Yu Wenye said, "Didn't you make it clear to him?"
