Fang Zhen went out again in the afternoon.
Two men were competing in the poetry session. They flushed with agitation, but neither of them was willing to give in to the other. Many people were attracted by the heated competition.
Fang Zhen walked around but she couldn't find Qiao An. She felt a sense of loss and was not in the mood to watch the poetry session anymore, so she held up the umbrella and walked back.
A shop assistant carried a bolt of silk on his shoulder and heard someone calling his name. He turned around abruptly and the silk bolster on his shoulder swung in Fang Zhen's direction.
With her head lowered, Fang Zhen was absent-minded. She didn't notice the danger until Liu'er shouted, "my lady" in alarm. Seeing the silk bolster about to hit her on the face, she bent backward by instinct, lost her balance, and fell to the side.
"Young lady, watch out!"
A pair of strong arms held up her body steadily.
