The weather was clear, with the sun shining brightly.
A dignified and impressive man sat inside a sedan chair, resting with his eyes closed. Behind him, a row of officers followed as they walked down the ancient street.
Suddenly, the faint and anxious voice of a woman caught his attention, sounding as if it were Ah Fu's voice.
Sun Xuan opened his sharp eyes and called out to the people outside through the curtain: "Stop the sedan, someone is calling for help, let's take a look."
The sedan chair stopped accordingly.
He gracefully opened the curtain and stepped out, walking towards the source of the sound. His seemingly steady steps carried a hint of haste, which even his personal guards failed to notice.
Zhang Chengzhong led the row of officers, closely following their master.
By the time Sun Xuan reached the street corner, Qing Mei had already been slapped, looking a bit disheveled.
