"You people are going too far!" the driver said, his face flush with anger as he stared at the group opposite them. He had figured out who they were.
The Wei Family!
In Hongcheng, only people from the Wei Family would dare to treat Xia Muyao so disrespectfully.
Xia Muyao remained silent, her gaze cold as she looked at the arrogant young man in white. Deep in her eyes, a faint trace of contempt appeared.
'Become your concubine? Who do you think you are!'
Xia Muyao was furious, but she ignored them. Instead, she turned around, ducked back into the carriage, and said, "Pay them no mind. Let's go."
"Yes, milady." The driver shot them an indignant look, climbed onto his seat, and said coldly, "Move aside!"
"You damn slave. I'm not moving. You really think you can run me down?" the weasel-faced young man from the Wei Family sneered at the driver.
The guards beside him cracked their knuckles, some reaching for their blades, ready to strike if the carriage dared to charge.
