The coachman heaved a heavy sigh of relief as he looked at the unscathed carriage, a feeling of aftershock washing over him.
No sooner had the carriage come to a halt than Meng Chunyan clambered out in disarray, her hair in dishevelment, her clothes wrinkled, and her small face pale with fright.
"Whimper, what happened? How did this come about?"
She had barely whimpered twice when she hastily lifted her head to look at the other carriage, which was in an even more pitiful condition than hers, only to find that its occupants were already leisurely walking away.
Meng Chunyan was stunned. How could this be? Surely her carriage was the better one!
As she pondered this, she suddenly saw a little head stick out from that intact carriage, curiously looking backwards.
Recognizing the pretty face and delicate headpiece with one glance, Meng Chunyan realized who it was.
Wasn't this the maid she and Jin Lingling had mistakenly thought was the young lady just yesterday?
