Bai Qingyan's already pale face looked even more ghostly today. Though her brows bore signs of weariness, her gaze remained resolute.
"Thank you, Young Master Lu, for resolving the situation in front of the Duke's residence that day. After our family's affairs are settled, we will surely visit to express our gratitude," Mrs. Dong said gently.
"Madam, you give Yuanpeng too much credit! It was just a coincidence. Madam need not worry," Lu Yuanpeng replied politely.
The sky was just beginning to lighten as the heavy snowfall gradually ceased.
Just when the citizens thought they would freeze, they faintly heard the sound of horse hooves through the fog.
Soon, a four-horse-drawn carriage with lanterns at its corners appeared, slowly approaching, escorted by guards carrying King Xin's banners.
Mrs. Liu's legs gave way, and it was only thanks to Bai Jinxiu's quick reflexes that she was caught. Holding Mrs. Liu's hand tightly, she was in tears.
