Near Beiluo Lake,
The carriage moved slowly in the breeze, while the reeds and saplings on the lakeside swayed.
Nie Changqing rolled up the horse whip, hopped off the carriage, went to the side of the carriage, and laid down the door plank. Lu Fan then slowly rolled down in his wheelchair.
Ning Zhao's hands were on the wheelchair handles. He dress danced in the wind from the lake.
Holding the umbrella, Yi Yue watched the lake with anticipation in her eyes.
Ning Zhao had told her about the Young Master's Supreme Power, White Jade City, but she hadn't seen it yet. Today was the day! She could finally see it.
Ni Yu, carrying the chessboard on her back, had a hint of fear on her face. She looked at the rippling lake, about ready to cry.
A bo... boat... again?!
Nie Shuang, who was being led by the hand by Nie, quietly looked at the lake.
