The next day, Shen Ningning and Mo Lingwei went out to meet the so-called president of the largest local merchant guild.
Sitting in the horse-drawn carriage, she repeatedly looked down at her own plain dress, then looked over at Mo Lingwei. He had already grown accustomed to wearing simple cloth garments.
"If we're going to see your friend, shouldn't we dress a little better to be more formal?"
"He's not really a friend, more of a subordinate." Mo Lingwei toyed with his folding fan, a faint smile appearing on his handsome, jade-white face—a smile reserved only for Shen Ningning.
"Besides, we're currently staying at the Ren Mansion and need to conceal our identities. He's aware of this, so it's fine. Just think of it as you accompanying me for a leisurely outing."
Hearing this, Shen Ningning relaxed a little.
But to her surprise, just as they alighted from the carriage and reached the entrance to the marketplace, they were stopped.
