The wide variety of carriages was a real eye-opener. One could roughly gauge a family's status from the carriage's design, materials, and decorations.
Song Yunzhao didn't go out often, but she had still learned this essential life skill.
The servant the First Madam had sent out to investigate returned quite a while later, his forehead covered in fine beads of sweat. Bowing his head, he reported, "Madam, they are letting the carriages through one by one, so it's a bit slow. However, Jincui Garden has opened another gate. It should be our turn in about four hours."
'Four hours?'
'That's outrageous.'
Song Yunzhao was stunned. 'We really have to wait for four hours?'
"Why is it so slow?" the First Madam asked.
Song Yunzhao could tell that even the First Madam hadn't expected such a long delay.
