Meng Fuyao quietly observed the curtained sedan, and then the rather absent-minded horseman to her right.
'Are you still able to show your little poodle off to the public, Yan Jingchen?'
With no more care left to give, Meng Fuyao returned to her inn without throwing them another glance. The inn and winehouse were connected, and when she passed through the winehouse, a loud discussion between diners caught her attention.
"Have you heard? The Pei Family's been launching spiteful attacks at the Yun Family. There's no more civility to speak out, in and outside of court. A few days back, they secretly sent people to smash 3 money farms, 5 pawn shops and 7 silk factories belonging to the Yun Family; the farmstead in Yunchuan City has wound down, and it was said that the Pei Family was behind it. They had thrown silvers at the farmer and even established ties with a bunch of people to throw accusations around. Tsk, tsk, how fierce!"
