Lu Tong watched as the silhouette of the prison cart gradually faded into the distance, her eyes filled with indifference.
Yin Zheng took the oil-paper wrapped package from her hand, shoved the umbrella into Lu Tong's hand, and hooked her arm, intending to head back.
Just then, they suddenly heard the sound of urgent horse hooves from ahead, accompanied by the coachman's loud cursing. Lu Tong lifted her gaze and saw a horse-drawn carriage dashing toward them from the end of the long street. The carriage was exquisitely decorated and rushed down the narrow street like a gust of wind. Startled, Yin Zheng hurriedly pulled Lu Tong to the side to avoid it.
The carriage narrowly missed them, speeding past and splattering the pedestrians on both sides with mud.
Yin Zheng exclaimed angrily, "This... "
But Lu Tong's attention was abruptly drawn to the rapidly disappearing carriage.
