Seeing this, Master Hua lifted the curtains of the carriage and urged the coachman outside, "Old Li, hurry up!"
Tears welled up in Madam Hua's eyes as she stammered, "No matter what, I have to go back and see Xi'er for the last time!"
The coachman, Old Li, responded and waved his whip high.
The Hua family's convoy hurried towards the west gate.
Madam Hua was eager to go home. From time to time, she would open the curtains and look out of the carriage.
When they were about to reach the west gate, Madam Hua lifted the curtains again, but she realized that her second son, Hua Zhao, was nowhere to be seen. Madam Hua looked back and forth and saw Hua Zhao riding a white horse at the back of the convoy. Her expression wasn't good.
"Zhao…" Madam Hua almost shouted the name of her second son, but she stopped herself in the end.
