Yun He's words made Yun qianxue feel a lot more at ease. She lifted the curtain and looked outside, urging the coachman in front of her again and again.
"Faster, faster, faster."
She was afraid that her mother would be beaten to death if she was late.
The coachman in front responded and drove even faster.
In the carriage, Yun qianxue thought of what had happened in the flower Hall and the words on her mother's handkerchief.
"Brother, who is Rong Heng? Why would mother's handkerchief have such words?"
Yun qianxue didn't know much about King Nan Yang, Rong Heng, and she didn't know his name, so she was curious who this person was.
Yun He's expression suddenly changed. He quickly glared at Yun qianxue and said,""Shut up, what nonsense are you spouting? that's just a show that the little slut came up with. She's framing mother."
After Yun He said that, Yun qianxue nodded and said,""Okay, I got it."
