A heavy weight settled in Shen Qing's heart. Yet, no matter how desperately she longed to see Zihan one last time before her departure, they had already arrived at the main gate.
The carriage and guards were ready. The moment they boarded, they could depart.
Just as Shen Qing resigned herself to not seeing Zihan this time, an anxious voice suddenly called out from behind—
"My Lady! My Lord! Please wait!"
'It's Xiang Qiao's voice!'
Shen Qing spun around, but the light in her eyes dimmed when she saw that it was only Xiang Qiao running toward them.
"My Lady, My Lord, thank goodness I made it in time…"
Xiang Qiao stopped before them, gasping for air before she could finally speak properly.
